Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Condemnation. @ 12:42 AM
I'm crazy exhausted. Had an awesome chat with Nizam last night, then went to Angela's until 4am+, locked out of my house and had to wait. Didn't sleep at all oh god. Then off to the hospital for my lil' brother's surgery. Went for class chalet, then rushed off to tuition. Oh god. That Ruiyi drained all my energy at the class chalet. Perverted only. Kept pinching my ass, SO PAINFUL HAHA. And did Chubby Bunny with Zam, Sab and Alfi, it was crazy hilarious!
Now I'm super tired, but I'm blogging to keep me occupied so my hair can dry. I want to talk about arts and drama. Despite me being such a uncouth person, I believe I enjoy and appreciate my fair share of literature and drama. I love arts, I absolutely adore it. It just seems so weird that I enjoy arts because I probably don't seem like the deep kind I guess.
So here's a poem by Shakespeare. I used to think he was overrated and dub, but trust me, he's not. He's interesting. Miss Tan(The best freaking teacher in the whole universe, duh) asked of anyone in out class would be happy to receive a poem like this, and I was the only one who raised a hand. Maybe I know I'm too imperfect :( so I'll be happy if someone knows my flaws and ugliness from inside out and can still love me *Okayface*
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare."
I miss A Midsummer Night's Dream, oh god.
