7 things.

Thanks ah zhixuan! Don't need to vex myself over how to redeem this ailing blog anymore! Heh. But the previous entry was deliberately misleading, so nobody's supposed to understand it. Including me! haha (I should meet that decorum, whoever he/she is. That fella knows me better than I do myself. Or so he/she claims. Must be my soulmate! *jumps around in glee* DAH. Mugging is screwing up my wits. ) Anyway, *clears throat* don’t pray pray hor! My England very powderful one. So don't you dare think I can't write intelligible stuff! I CAN I CAN!

my split personality says: this entry gets on my nerves. i think it excessively vain! stop falling into the pit of extreme bimbosity and inaneness! and quit those asterisks, they are positively satanic. Ho! patience, patience i need.

Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1. restore the colour of the old rg pinafore! (save juniors from the indignity of purple – gay!)
2. teach ang English (I rather die! But oh well, that will be doing everyone a favour.)
3. see my brother get married to *ahem* (see! Don't say I never support you!)
4. love cheese
5. stop being called a kantang. (I'm in lep dammit! Wo ai zhong guo! Wo ai mao zhu xi!) (i dig hitler)
6. make a clause in my will to disinherit all those who do not cry at my passing (salinity will make a bare grave)
7. do I have to say it? Oh fine. *flips wrist* LOVE. Silly love.

Seven things I could do:
1. i could stop being so misanthropic
2. i could stop hating khaki shorts (be considerate. bukit timah floods.)
3. i could save the world
4. i could quit being such an annoying prig
5. i could cease this self indulgence
6. i could love Monday morning assemblies
7. i could. So? (oh go away.)



Seven celebrity crushes:
1. JJ
2. Viggo Mortensen (no real love for cleanliness, i see)
3. THAT hareton!
4. qi ye
5. any cute guy
6. any cute guy
7. any cute guy
8. anyone of twz's capability

Seven often-repeated words:
1. wth
2. ass
3. shut up (about time.)
4. go and die
5. qu si (I have an obsession with death!)
6. damn lame
7. shucks

Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex:
1. Bills/credit cards sticking out of pocket (ripe for thievery)
2. eyes (REAL ones. Not cheaty slits of a thing! xP)
3. the right number of fingers (that's ten btw)
4 the right number of toes (not as impt as the fingers)
5. limbs that support his weight
6. neck that supports his head (assuming he has one)
7. nothing incriminating - nothing that that smells of gay.

Seven tags go to:
1. my mom
2. my dad
3. my brother
4. my goldfish 1
5. my goldfish 2
6. anyone who loves me (...)
7. anyone who hates me (!!! - you encourage spam.)

oh yeah, btw, good luck for promos, you need it.
wth. shut up la.

Lyra

hush, darling.

let silence speak its many tongues
to bridle our love.

who has staged our play?
to cavort your affectations
and spurn my reluctant device.

yonder on the dais,
lyrical Orpheus who in hasty passion
saw Eurydice last, until Death's
conflagration burnt follies
in Hades' heaven.

But cool the flames!
and watch the dust settle, slowly,
into our breaths, the ebbing heat
washing us, into the faded frippery
of an old artist's canvas.

blind the eyes that whisper
nothings, say nothing, naught
but thunder raucous laughter into
ears that knew.

eschew the senses
we have taken leave of, and cry
softly, the mise en scene
of babe and cradle,
innocent joy.

Not till deux ex machinas
Coos smilets from tears
and our story quavers its swan song
on life’s quixotic theatre.

when the time comes,
Give me my bouquet
and I will skirt the encore.