It's hard to imagine that this time next year, we'll be sitting for the A-levels.
All the best, j2s [though if you're reading this, GO STUDY.]!
And all the best to dhevy and pushpa too! you'll get your A1s!
I really don't feel like blogging any more. Ever. But i'll try to finish this post.
Do you know how buses are numbered? I've always wondered about it. Is it random, or is it according to the places the bus services?
I'm feeling better about OP than about the WR. [see this is why i can't blog, i keep skipping to different topics and never stay for long on any one thing.]
Ok i think i owe a few people birthday presents. Don't worry you'll get them soon enough =]
vai: YES!! gosh it's been ages since we ran!
sneha: hey! oh hmm nope i didn't get them.. if it's problematic, you can just send them to me over msn =] thanks!
end.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Impulse post.
There's a very simple way to stay happy.
Don't expect anything from anyone except yourself.
Then, even the smallest things they do make you happy =]
Like saying thank you, or holding a door open, or just smiling.
And the best thing is, this kinda happiness is enough to make my day.
Thank you, for all those little things you guys do =].
Don't expect anything from anyone except yourself.
Then, even the smallest things they do make you happy =]
Like saying thank you, or holding a door open, or just smiling.
And the best thing is, this kinda happiness is enough to make my day.
Thank you, for all those little things you guys do =].
Monday, October 15, 2007
Degeneration
[This is not poetry. It's a story. Kinda.]
There was once a Sun, strong and active,
Who would race across the skies everyday.
People admired him, because he was assertive,
At his daily call, Life to earth would stray.
But now, there's only a lonely, tired Sun left,
Who roams the skies in vain, searching
and searching, for something to mend the rift,
Between him and his human hatchlings,
Who gossip about his not roaming, but staying in one place,
While they children do all the work as they go round and round him,
Hurling insults about how he darkens each fair face.
About how he tears through the protective ozone film
[As though that's his fault]. And that's not the end,
Now they're talking about what should be his substitute,
When he finally burns out, unable to defend
His noble cause of bringing life to earth, which none can refute.
And after he burns out, his hatchlings will turn on each other,
Killing names and reputations before the person is dead,
And all good memories will be lost and there won't be a shoulder
To lean on. And the blood will bathe everything in red.
Perhaps then, the last memory of this world will be
The beautiful sunset that by then, none will see.
There was once a Sun, strong and active,
Who would race across the skies everyday.
People admired him, because he was assertive,
At his daily call, Life to earth would stray.
But now, there's only a lonely, tired Sun left,
Who roams the skies in vain, searching
and searching, for something to mend the rift,
Between him and his human hatchlings,
Who gossip about his not roaming, but staying in one place,
While they children do all the work as they go round and round him,
Hurling insults about how he darkens each fair face.
About how he tears through the protective ozone film
[As though that's his fault]. And that's not the end,
Now they're talking about what should be his substitute,
When he finally burns out, unable to defend
His noble cause of bringing life to earth, which none can refute.
And after he burns out, his hatchlings will turn on each other,
Killing names and reputations before the person is dead,
And all good memories will be lost and there won't be a shoulder
To lean on. And the blood will bathe everything in red.
Perhaps then, the last memory of this world will be
The beautiful sunset that by then, none will see.
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