morgueville,heartland living.

today, i'm dreamy.


my poor sensitive soul twitched and lingered after prac crit tutorial with kelly tan today. maybe it's time to buy some lottery cos the blue moon has striked. (sydney omar was right. * winks at fernleaf.) the cynic is taking an off day. we did analysis of e.e. cummings' somewhere i have never travelled (which can be read at rarities. it's such a beautiful poem and awe in disbelief now cos it's a gawd-damned l-o-v-e poem i'm talking about you doofuses. i almost melted in my seat. i doubt i will ever be that obsessed like the narrator but love can be a very strange thing. how corny that line sound. ohnevermind. but love is really extremely complex so all you arses who thinks the lyrics from WeStLiFe or britneyaguilera were epitomes of true divine love, slap yourself five million times now and brainwash yourself with audrey hepburn singing moonriver on breakfast at tiffany's. not only that was bad taste in music but also ignorance at its very worst.
i love the last two stanzas. especially the lines
'rendering death and forever with each breathing' and
'nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.'


slap me instead.