Farewell, adios, au revoir, auf wiedersehen,tchau, ciao, valete.
Farewell fellow beings and all internet social life stuff!This will be my last post (hopefully) until all exam papers are OVER. For those of you who cannot live a day without reading my blog, well, I'm very sad to say that you'll just have to find another blog to satisfy your appetite.
Anyway, I just have one thing to say before I end off my post. That is: OMG I'M GETTING A NEW DRUM TEACHER.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!! He's in his early thirties, which is WEIRD, since all my drum teachers have been really young (age range from 20-23?) and now the school pops out with this old fogey. Well, he mightn't really be that old, but I'm having an image of some old, balding, pervy guy in my mind. *shudders*
I just hope that we don't have to do the "so..... tell me some things about yourself" kind of lesson.
I'm really hoping very hard.
Very hard.
Oh! Today Rachel brought ginseng (Water?) to school and she didn't like it, so... Meichen, Gwendolyn and I had it. Mmmm mmm. For the ginseng slices I mean. The water was utterly bitter. :P Bleah.
Oh well, OH YES!! It is Rachel's birthday tomorrow!
Happy birthday to you in advance! :)
Alrighty, off to lose myself (and my sanity) in homework.
A hui hou.
I try to picture the girl
Through a looking glass
And see her as a carbon atom
See her eyes and stare back at them
See that girl
As her own new world
Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe
Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds
Are we all here standing naked
Taking guesses at the actual date and time
Oh my, justifying reasons why
Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by
Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin' it easy
Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
And try to picture the man
To always have an open hand
And see him as a giving tree
See him as matter
Matter fact he's not a beast
No not the devil either
Always a good deed doer
And it's laughter that we're making after all
The call of the wild is still an ordination why
And the order of the primates
All our politics are too late
Oh my, the congregation in my mind
Is this assembly singing of gratitude
Practicing their lovin for you
Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
Takin' it easy
Live high
Live mighty
Live righteously
And singing out
And just take it easy
And celebrate the malleable reality
You see nothing is ever as it seems
Yeah this life is but a dream
Live high-Jason Mraz.
posted by parquish @ 3:20 PM
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