Monday, February 05, 2007

Mummy got this huge bag of chocolate-coated fortune cookies. Same as the ones Mrs Wong gave except, you know, coated with chocolate halfway. Then, since we're on the topic of sweets, we also got the yoghurt gums that they've been advertising on TV which I was curious about. See, the power of advertising. Don't buy them unless you like mushy things, because the word"Gums" here is a misnomer. Yes, well, unless they mean you can gum them if you don't have any teeth, which is an innovative thing to push. And they're too sweet.

HAH advertising really works by the way, because My grandma wanted to buy Mr. Muscle cleaner after she saw it on TV.


Today I screwed around during History presentation and I fear we shall attain marks in the Highly Deplorable range. I'm so sorry for trying to be Aryan. Then the day just went by in a whizz because I wasn't really concentrating and I was inexplicably tired. Then Mr Low talked to us for a while, and then I went up and tried to finish my IH essay but I only did it halfway. So I was thinking, maybe I should do my Maths corrections so I went to the Maths Dept and did them there using Jessie's worksheetthankyouverymuch. Mrs Wong is being very encouraging about the corrections, because she wrote on my worksheet that day "Second time you got correction mark already! Keep it up! :)" So, I am encouraged, haha. Then after I was done, I went to the staircase behind the art rooms to hop up and down for PT! And I did shuttle runs on the netball court lines and then I went to sit on the swing to wait for parentals to come and there you go that was my day minus the time I was elsewhere in my head! So it seemed like that quick to me.
I don't want to stop.

In other words! Okay, you know, I love Brian Patten's poetry. Those romantics and blah whatever classic poets you have (I ain't no Lit student!) are great for some things, but I like modern poets too because how would Blake understand what it's like to wear nylon?

At night above the parks the stars are swarming.
The streets are thick with nostalgia;
I move through senseless routine and insensitive chatter
As if her going did not matter.

- because I can't/won't?
by @ 8:17 PM