Again.

Friday, April 24, 2009, 10:56 PM

I am so saddened. There are so many books that I want, but my mum claims that I have too many books! I only have about 10-15 books, and I've been reading and rereading those since last year or last last year. And I can't find it on any site or anything, because I don't know how to work ebookhood.com and I don't know any other ebook sites. To the people who are reading this: Please tell me what ebook site you use, or else buy me these books for my birthday! I'll even sell all my books on eBay. Or something.

1. Raven's Gate
2. Evil Star
3. Night Rise
4. Necropolis
5. Dragonsong
6. Dragonsinger
7. Dragondrums

It's not even a lot. Anyways, today, Ms. Shakina made us do our corrections for our informal letter and guess what. If there was even one single tiny tiny mistake we had to rewrite the paragraph. We were so pissed, well, some of us, that Jess and Clarice and I plotted to write scrawny and untidy so she couldn't read it. I admit that was a little evil on our part, but heck. Everything has a consequence, right, no matter how small. I'm thinking I should go sleep now and pine away for more books. I wonder if Zhi Han will go home with me again. I realise now that Jodi Picoult maybe isn't so bad after all. I also now know pearls are not that horrendous. After exams, I'm going to get all my books together and sell them on eBay. Maybe my mum will change her mind after that. Good Luck to me :)

As the rain pours

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A Whiting and A Snail-Lewis Carroll
‘Will you walk a little faster?’ said a whiting to a snail.
‘There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

‘You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!’
But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far!’ and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

‘What matters it how far we go?’ his scaly friend replied.
‘There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?’

Friday, April 24, 2009, 10:56 PM