Again.

The raindrops, the tears keep falling

Thursday, January 7, 2010, 5:23 AM

Anyway. I have finally finished my homework and started doing homework ahead of time because I'm bored and so that I don't have to do so much in future. HAHAH I went to sleep at 12.30 and then I woke up at 2 all of a sudden and couldn't go back to sleep so I figured I might as well finish my homework. I even did my graph k HAHAH. I shall endeavor not to forget so much things this year.
So. The Giver. I think my copy is with Zhi Han but it's okay because I still remember the plot hohoho. Anyway the author describes everything--even the people--as colourless, but what does that mean exactly? Because they can't be white cos white isn't a colour, so maybe they're transparent. But if they're transparent, how can they walk around without crashing into people? I'd like to do this book in Lit. Is there some kind of hidden meaning in it or something?
I bet I failed my expo today k. I kept emphasizing that vultures are 'bald birds' because I really like making fun of them because of their hairless state. And I only had one pro and one con. Which is terrible because I think it's supposed to be plural.
K. Anyway. So. I have to print out a lot of things and I'm lazy to bring the tablet downstairs. I realise that being lazy is actually what gets me in trouble most of the time. Like I'm too lazy to put on my school uniform and wake my dad up. And I'm too lazy to continue typing. Anyway.

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?’

The raindrops, the tears keep falling

Thursday, January 7, 2010, 5:23 AM