I Can already scent the green of grass;
I Can sense the lustre of the globe gleaming effervescently
The leather against my skin;
Is not entirely of erotic fantasies;
Nor is it a turn to masochism;
God! Words fail to reach me;
In seven days it shalt be;
The end of ends;
the dawn of dawns
And footy takes centrestage.
Just some words to entertain you kids who've been
fairly disappointed by my absence. So nothing much is
up in cyber-Earth. Blogs remain unupdated.
My tagboard lay in ruins.
It's increasingly, rather worryingly, becoming a three way
chat room with me and zali and occasionally arfandi.
Hahaha.
Oh well, 2 years of pre-university studies culminates in
a hectic 7 day finale.
A sea of friends made;
Oceans more await;
Knowledge deepened;
Blood pressure hastened.
Notes and books, luck and prayers.
Accompany us for the final years.
Approach the exams, not with fear;
In Pink Floyd's words, Wish you were here.
Til' then The Poet Has Left The Building.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
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