It only takes...
One to think too much.
Two to clap hands.
Three to make things complicated.
Sometimes i asked myself if i've pushed myself too hard...am i trying too much??am i asking too much??am i wanting too much???
or even...am i thinking too much??!?!?!!
u bet...my brians are melting into juicy punch.
I totally give up o my Math online man..think i'lll just settle with a sixty...and it was like the whole class got 100 marks already..which means they completed the whole darn thing...*bows down and kow tow to them..... why can't they just print out all the handouts and excerises for us to work on...It's like such a chore to open file by file just to view the questions and do...the worst thing is that it's case sensetive.Big fonts..small fonts..bold numbers...cannot this cannot that....argh!!!!
Honestly....
Math online suck.
when u bang your balls, you bang it real hard.
I woke up this morning feeling really really lousy annd tired...as if i was drained out all my energy...anyways i dragged my feet to school to sit for the Engineering Drawing test;bang ball incident 1...so i handed in a blank piece of paper...well not exactly blank..i had my name and a few lines drawn.but it was close to drawing nothing.Then there was this other electrical partical test..it didn't felt any better than the previous one;bang ball incident 2
i'll spare myself from saying anymore one of those balls banging stuffs that happened to me today...i can go on like forever...Juz to add a finishing to my day, i'm down with a fever...
"Great."
I juz hope tomorrow would be a better day...AutoCad test tml 1300 hours...i'm keeping my fingers crossed....
Until tomorrow....today juz sucks....
STARRY STARRY NIGHT
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.