o level stress is getting to me.
and it's only bloody june.
my life is coming to a standstill- with a melange of sciences maths and literature. oh, woe be me! my mother wants me to take up ART again! what torture. anyway i shall put a halt to my ever-dwindling social life, which i am going to go all out to improve by december. im going to dye my hair pink and give my mother a nasty heart attack.
mischeivous snigger.
you know she wants me to join the LYRIC OPERA? like HELLL i would. im not being a right snob, i love classical music and that, but i hate SINGING it. it's RESTRICTIVE and INCOMPREHENSIBLE. i have not the discipline nor perserverance to stand still for hours on end singing a song in latin gibberish (it's a beautiful language, but it is nevertheless, dead) i will not, SHALL not, join the lyric opera. of course whether i'll get in is an entirely different issue, but i am not a classical singer to begin with! it's NOT ME.
it's like asking luciano pavorotti to sing "oops, i did it again". case bloody closed!
i shall be on my way, studying phy/chem today! wish me luck.
a love poem i wrote for no paticular reason with no intended recipient-
i find you quite charming
which is quite alarming
for this feeling you've brought,
has caused much distraught.
but now that you know
that I love you so
my very last wish
is for your tender kish!
goodbye everyone, and fall madly inlove!
