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Wednesday, September 05, 2007
"Aiya going off liao still study for wat?" Hmm... I nv thought of it that way before. Since I'm already leaving, why still work so hard?? But then again, everyone dies but we still live for today. Oh right, and there's all the "self-glorifying" thing. I won't want to leave here as a "idiot". XD Last Nationals match I think I did fine so tts okay... For piano next friday, I want my distinction... SMP I want it to end well too... Last EYA I want to do well too... Then I shall hope for the best in Canada! I'm rising five" he said "Not four" and the little coils of hair Un-clicked themselves upon his head. His spectacles, brimful of eyes to stare At me and the meadow, reflected cones of light Above his toffee-buckled cheeks. He'd been alive Fifty-six months or perhaps a week more; Not four But rising five. Around him in the field, the cells of spring Bubbled and doubled; buds unbuttoned; shoot And stem shook out the creases from their frills, And every tree was swilled with green. It was the season after blossoming, Before the forming of the fruit: Not May But rising June. And in the sky The dust dissected the tangential light: Not day But rising night; Not now But rising soon. The new buds push the old leaves from the bough. We drop our youth behind us like a boy Throwing away his toffee-wrappers. We never see the flower, But only the fruit in the flower; never the fruit, But only the rot in the fruit. We look for the marriage bed In the baby's cradle; we look for the grave in the bed; Not living But rising dead. Norman Nicholson yidan left a note at 7:50 PM ***
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