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Monday, July 7, 2008
Right now, at this very instant. I am listening to Cobra Starship. Yes. They may be KINDA Unknown. But they aren't. And now you know them. Go check out City is at war or Guilty pleasure at Youtube (both songs.) (they also did that song for snakes on a plane)They're really good. You know.
Now onto More pressing news, Did i tell you i joined litfest? i frgt.
Anyways.....i have absolutely nothing to talk about. So let's look at paint dry.
....Paint.....
Wait- you know, for all those classical readers out there, you should read the book called "Gone with the wind." Really. I'm not joking. NO really!
Sigh.. today haf 2 go back 2 school for rehearsal (for litfest). And 2day's a public holiday, well it's not like i really mind... If i stay at home the whole day again i'll die. Again. Well, here's a poem i made for litfest.
Now onto More pressing news, Did i tell you i joined litfest? i frgt.
Anyways.....i have absolutely nothing to talk about. So let's look at paint dry.
....Paint.....
Wait- you know, for all those classical readers out there, you should read the book called "Gone with the wind." Really. I'm not joking. NO really!
Sigh.. today haf 2 go back 2 school for rehearsal (for litfest). And 2day's a public holiday, well it's not like i really mind... If i stay at home the whole day again i'll die. Again. Well, here's a poem i made for litfest.
The Rhyming City
There is a city,
Somewhere in Mississippi,
A hidden city, which no one finds,
But merely step into it, blind.
There was once a man named Jake,
He came across this city,
On his way to a lake,
And realized, he wasn’t anymore in Mississippi!
The city was bright and the buildings tall
Everyone was happy; everyone was having a ball.
However, something was absurdly wrong in the town
Everything rhymed, every sound.
Novels, which he browsed in stores,
Conversations, which he heard in shores.
And even sound, like bada-bing-bada-boom
Little did he know, this was to be his doom.
He walked through the bizarre town full of alarming things
He even saw a man with a head shaped like a duckling
Confused, he rang the doorbell for a house.
“Hello, Hello? I am Jake, and am wearing a blouse.”
He had not intended to say that, but it seemed he HAD to rhyme.
The door opened, and a woman brought him in, looking at the time.
She turned to him, her face looking warm. “Would you like tea?”
“Yes. And for a side dish, bring me a pea.”
The woman turned and walked away. This was way too bizarre for Jake.
Maybe this was a dream, and everything here was fake.
He pinched himself, and oh did it hurt.
He gasped in pain, and grabbed his shirt.
The woman came in again, and said, “I’m sorry, there’s no more tea.”
“That’s okay. I just want to pee.”
Jake got up, and proceeded to the toilet, hands shaking with fear.
I’ve GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!
What if I say something to rhyme but It comes out wrong.
Will I get beaten up? Will they sing me a song?!?!
What the??!? IT”S WORSENING! IT”S EVEN IN MY MIND!
Thinking of this, now Jake knew a escape path was his to find.
He ran out into the streets, and saw a sign, reading “Way out”.
He ran for the path, bumping into someone who screamed, “YOU LOUT!”
When he got out, he finally escaped, he stopped rhyming.
That was when he realized, a part of him actually liked it
He liked the rhyming and the bizarreness.
It gave life so much- Zest- so much- Uniqueness, instead of the usual grind.
Maybe his escape was really to the city of rhymes, and not to escape out of it.
Dosen’t everyone want to escape from normal life every now and then?
There is a city,
Somewhere in Mississippi,
A hidden city, which no one finds,
But merely step into it, blind.
There was once a man named Jake,
He came across this city,
On his way to a lake,
And realized, he wasn’t anymore in Mississippi!
The city was bright and the buildings tall
Everyone was happy; everyone was having a ball.
However, something was absurdly wrong in the town
Everything rhymed, every sound.
Novels, which he browsed in stores,
Conversations, which he heard in shores.
And even sound, like bada-bing-bada-boom
Little did he know, this was to be his doom.
He walked through the bizarre town full of alarming things
He even saw a man with a head shaped like a duckling
Confused, he rang the doorbell for a house.
“Hello, Hello? I am Jake, and am wearing a blouse.”
He had not intended to say that, but it seemed he HAD to rhyme.
The door opened, and a woman brought him in, looking at the time.
She turned to him, her face looking warm. “Would you like tea?”
“Yes. And for a side dish, bring me a pea.”
The woman turned and walked away. This was way too bizarre for Jake.
Maybe this was a dream, and everything here was fake.
He pinched himself, and oh did it hurt.
He gasped in pain, and grabbed his shirt.
The woman came in again, and said, “I’m sorry, there’s no more tea.”
“That’s okay. I just want to pee.”
Jake got up, and proceeded to the toilet, hands shaking with fear.
I’ve GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!
What if I say something to rhyme but It comes out wrong.
Will I get beaten up? Will they sing me a song?!?!
What the??!? IT”S WORSENING! IT”S EVEN IN MY MIND!
Thinking of this, now Jake knew a escape path was his to find.
He ran out into the streets, and saw a sign, reading “Way out”.
He ran for the path, bumping into someone who screamed, “YOU LOUT!”
When he got out, he finally escaped, he stopped rhyming.
That was when he realized, a part of him actually liked it
He liked the rhyming and the bizarreness.
It gave life so much- Zest- so much- Uniqueness, instead of the usual grind.
Maybe his escape was really to the city of rhymes, and not to escape out of it.
Dosen’t everyone want to escape from normal life every now and then?
Brilliant isn't it? Haha. Just kiddin'. I hoped you liked it. And please. TAG ME! ><>
AND WHY THE HELL DID NADAL WIN???
The consistently heartstopping 6-4, 6-4, 6-7 (5-7), 6-7 (8-10), 9-7 classic began at 2.35pm and thanks to a couple of breaks for rain (surely necessary for the spectators to catch their breath), it ended at 9.15pm with the 22-year-old from Mallorca dropping to the ground with his arms outstretched in celebration. YAERGH! WHY FEDERER?!?! WHY DID YOU LET HIM WIN!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! WHYYYYYY!?!
Peace- The city is at war.