Debussie
Daphne Loves Derby
I've been looking through these eyes
Of black and white for far too long
And now these deepened colors seem so shocking
Bless the cold, cold moon
That moves the sea that makes the waves
That made this scene for me to see and be moved
Will my life be long enough
To see the things I want to see?
I believe this world is just too big for me
Every cloud that passes by
Is another cloud I'll never see
Maybe I just try too hard
To understand all of these things
Bless the hands of painters
Who have captured melon skies
And starry nights for us to see and feel
For all of time
Will my life be long enough
To see the things I want to see?
I believe this world is just too big for me
This life is just a blink of an eye
A glimpse into a world we were never meant to see
So don't hang on to anything at all
And all the things we have
And all the people we have known
Will fade away so quickly
Into the deep
And memories of love will be
The only warmth we have in the end
In class today, I was extremely tired. I slept during Science today. First time I ever slept in Science, I never dared sleep in Science before. Why?
a) Because Mr. Chan is so nice, I don't want to be disrespectful. It just gets on your conscience to sleep during his class. It's just so obvious that he's trying he believes in educating his pupils. A lot of teaches lose sight of that thought.
b) I'm not actually supposed to sleep in class. (Even though I sleep in class a lot.)
c) A lot of other reasons I can't remember. (The truth is, I have no more points.)
Oh yes, partly because I'm quite frustrated with Mr. Chan over a recent incident. Regarding Prefects' and Staff Toilets. -rolls eyes- Well. Nevermind.
Juniors training.
Went for English Drama after that.
Javan in his cosplay wig. (He's cosplaying as Kakashi from Naruto.)
After that, dinner at West Mall with Felicia, Zhi Hao and Joel. =)
Parents picked me up after that.
I apologize for the lacklustre quality in my recent posts. I just can't find things to say, things to write. Exhaustion tearing my soul apart.
Still, I need that need to write again. That thirst for words to inundate my mind, waiting so desperately to be quenched.
Good night. (I'm adopting a different sign-off this time)
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