Bleh
Too much to say, too little motivation to say it. My feelings will remain a secret today.
You are making no sense
“Fruity Oaty Bars
Make a man out of a mouse
Fruity Oaty Bars
Make you bust out of your blouse
Eat ‘em all the time
Let ‘em blow your mind”
-Serenity
Wisdom of Time
Silence fills the empty grave,
now that I am gone.
But my heart is not at rest,
For questions linger on…
- The Gravemind, Halo 2
These Men
These Men stand upon the sandy hill.
Arms and armour shimmer in the sun.
Not for riches do they fight.
Not for honor, nor for glory,
But for the Will of another
A Will not of their own.
These Men stand upon the sandy hill.
They swore an Oath, an Oath to fight
And their Oath keeps them
They have crossed the line in chains.
Red their arms are, and red their hands
And red-rimmed are their eyes.
These Men stand upon the sandy hill.
Their foes are many, shrieking, baying,
And they cannot turn back; they are chained.
So with weary heart they march
Across the river
Into eternity.
The stars keep dancing
Many nights and many mornings, I stare out into the sky, seeing the few twinkling stars, but mostly just staring into the vastness of the sky.
With whom will I share it with?
Kiss my exoskeletal ass.
I resolve not to snap my fingers in front of Kevin, Aleks or JMac in Achaea. Fortunately, I managed to survive that little misadventure. Hurt like hell though.
Meanwhile, B&M homework is driving me somewhat nuts. Question a, pretty easy. Question b, WTF? This pattern kinda continues on.
O Level results were released yesterday. It wasn’t supposed to affect me directly, since I already knew my Chinese O Level results, but I still got called to get the results slip anyway. Indirectly however, I had to deal with quite an overwhelming amount of depression, as I talked to people who didn’t do as well as they wanted to. As a pretty good empath, I was quite affected by their sadness and depression. Least I could do was talk to them and give some comfort.
Also, one of my classmates will probably be leaving our class. Quite a blow. 5.9 has been pretty damn close, even though we’re not an intact class. Barely after getting together, we’ve got a class photo, class blog, class forum and all other sorts of activities. We’re like one big family. Now, we’re losing one of our own. Its like losing a sibling.
sigh. And there’s still the uncertainty of possible class restructuring. Tip of the iceberg, I suppose.
I totally didn’t not foresee this
So my EE mentor/history teacher has gone off for reservist training for 5 weeks.
I STILL SAY ITS NOT MY FAULT.
HAY LOOK, ANOTHER POEM
Words.
Words swirling
around. Folding
in on
themselves.
Laughing.
Smiling.
Dancing.
Teasing.
Crying
Look! More words.
Clumping together,
lines and lines and
letters and letters
that never seem to
stop.
Ever
shifting, ever
moving
Ever
living
Words.
(Author’s note: Much of the structure of the poem was lost due to WordPress. Ask me for the original Notepad draft if you want to read it in its original format)
