Again.

Friday, July 24, 2009, 6:39 PM

I feel sick. I ache everywhere and I'm coughing like a mad zombie on drugs. On a happier note. Went to Kino today with my Jie (L). Anyways. She totally believed I couldn't get us to Taka at all and maybe she was right, but at least I got us to Lucky Plaza. It's just that I couldn't find the underpass): But we found it in the end and I spent a lot of time dumping books on her to choose for me. Ended up buying 'Fly by Night'. I think she discarded all the bloody novels for me when I was searching for other titles. Hmphh.
Went to Borders next. Climbed up lots of stairs and lots of escalators before finally finding Wheelock. Qiao En was right. We should have forced Gen to come with us. Oh well. She would have gotten us stuck at Paperchase anyway.
Got so many new books and I lent Blackbringer to Alifish even though I havn't even read one page of it. She better not bend the book. Come to think of it she still has Lirael and Abhorsen.
I'm basically crapping away. I should be sleeping but I can't be bothered to. Maybe I'll just blog-hop for a little while. I admire people who have the patience and the friends to blog-hop. Because I don't have:
1) The patience to go running around looking for links of people that I know
2)A lot of my friends don't have blogs.

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, July 24, 2009, 6:39 PM