wait who coined the phrase "do a liqi'. suspicious look.

i just got an INTERESTING email on the abolishing of elections. and somehow, i find it a tad funny. hurray for democracy. winkwinknudgenudge. ah well, week has been alright so far, nothing much except for the disgusting late nights, WHICH END TOMMOROW. crosses fingers. well done for 2.4 bell (:

screwed up chinese lit test kena sai ): the teacher didn't appreciate the application of eng lit techniques to chinese lit essays *hmm* ah wells, we'll see.

funny incident. the teacher asked us in chinese whether we understood the poem. (durh you say yes). um then guess what that guy said in ENGLISH after saying that it was okay if we didn't understand. *drumroll*

"If i cannot convince you, the least i can do is confuse you."

there. word for word. chinese lit, anyone?

ah wells, because i have nothing to do and i like the poem and you better like it too....

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

this poem reeks of cuteness. flaps wings. tata (:

<3 lickie peh

Each hung bell's bow was reightarded