Again.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009, 9:53 PM

Ah. Happy memories. Today after lunch when we all went back into the classroom I just felt like killing Ming En. I think something triggered to memory of her making Bella waste ink. Either way, I don't care. It was so satisfactory. Anyways I just went after her and chased her out of the class. Being Balzato, she ran straight into Elaine and Alifish. Naturally (and stupidly, in my opinion) she tried to hide behind them, but they went to the place behind the classrooms (I remember because Alifish dragged me there sometime during Learning Fest last year), and so Balzato was trapped. Too bad for her, I wasn't feeling all that kind, and so started to kill her. Also too bad for her, Alifish started to help me. Ha.
Then when we went back into class(after Elaine finished scolding Balzato for making it sound like there was a murder in the background; her mother has a very vivid imagination) and somehow or the other there was a scuffle and suddenly Balzato was on the floor. Too bad.
Ha.

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?’

Tuesday, August 4, 2009, 9:53 PM