Yet another pretty useless day
Theory of Knowledge is just weird. They spent two whole years educating us on Philosophy in order to prepare us for this, but in the end, we don’t use what we learn at all.
Not to mention the CPA is a horrible place to hold a lecture.
Luminous beings we are!
Not this crude matter!
I shall not run for council. My time is stretched enough as it is. And I know myself. I hate leadership. I prefer to take orders than to give them. Me running for council will just be a waste of my time.
However, disrupting council activities seems to be fun, and I must admit, I am tempted to do so.
It never rains but it pours
One moment all is clear, the next moment we’re on our asses wondering WHAT THE FUCK JUST HIT US.
…
Well, if you haven’t figured it out, I’m frantically doing the poem commentary. My feelings were nicely summed during an exchange with a fellow student:
let you fall for every empty word i say says:
i totally regret not doing this earlier
let you fall for every empty word i say says:
but i had other homework then
let you fall for every empty word i say says:
sighhhh
Syanda says:
likewise
Syanda says:
Should’ve done it yesterday x.x
let you fall for every empty word i say says:
i slacked the whole day yesterday
let you fall for every empty word i say says:
cuz no homework to hand in today
Well, back to work.
You know…
I get kinda used to meeting people at sunset. Running into Julian and Arjun years ago, then Heng Min every now and then, and all the various friends and schoolmates that show up.
But meeting my sister on 61 on my way home? Thats just ridiculous.
Saying it once and for all
I do NOT have a girlfriend. Not online, not in real life. I have no idea how people came up with that idea. Well, maybe I do, but that’s not the point.
The Untitled Host
Do you hear the rumbling thunder
O’er where land and ocean meet
The sound of silence torn asunder
By the stomp of many feet
A great host is marching onward
Feet and arms they move as one
Slowly ever moving forward
Shields and spears glint in the sun
These men they know they go to death
Off to war in distant lands
Fight till none of them are left
And broken forms lie in the sands
Do you hear the rumbling thunder
O’er where land and sky collide
The sound of silence torn asunder
The sound of men who go to die
Its Not My Fault!
No, seriously! ITS NOT MY FAULT THAT I’M STUCK IN 5.9 IN MY EXACT SAME SEAT!!!!!!!!!