Again.

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night

Monday, January 25, 2010, 7:45 PM

Ahh. Went to Guide HQ today for some audition thing for colour party for Thinking Day and all five of us made it in hehehe. We only walked one round around the circular thing which was sad cos I miss footdrills:( But the commands were so weird. They were in English and we didn't know how to time HAHAH. So in the end we let the teacher time for us.
K before that we thought we were late then we were running towards the Guide HQ and halfway through my bag broke HAHAH so after the auditions Audrey left cos her dad was picking her up and the rest of us went to get a drink. Then right after that Natasha left and then there was only me Zhi Han and Qing left and we went to buy a new bag for me because it looked totally sad hanging off my shoulder with the strap dangling down on the floor. Right in the end I got a Converse bag~
Then now I'm home and I'm alone which I'm quite used to by now and rather happy actually HAHAH and now it's time to dissect her handwriting and work on my portfolio since I can't go on Wednesday:( Ahh stupid rehearsals. Nevermind at least I can skip Mondays and full guide u's and maybe earn CCA points. Hopefully.
I'm putting off my portfolio:( I should go now. Ahh die die die.

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?’

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching in the night

Monday, January 25, 2010, 7:45 PM