i'm sorry.

enlightening, indeed. today s33 had the lovely experience of receiving our gp compos back.. oh well. haha for a moment i seriously thought of stopping after that sentence. but i shall elaborate. -grinz-

apparently gp marker doesnt like the ranting on my paper. apparently the farcical nature of my output on the apathy of youths seems to turn gp marker off. like a switch. apparently my conjecture of creativity being reduced to an empty formalism doesnt appeal to gp marker. especially if its repeated twice. apparently gp marker thinks my essay is pure flatulence. apparently i should stop giving excuses for myself. end point.

so it seems my content is poor. and i seek improvement. i shall adhere to the reading of the gp bulletin for further refinement. to that effect, i've more or less condemned time tunnel.. i sure aint gonna do a history question for the finals. hmm i shant bother trying to flummox the teacher anymore, but through a 'range of examples', aptly quoted from the red ink on my paper. guess i'll hafta start soon or risk cutting it very fine. dun think a facile victory will surface this time.

was supposed to lan with lq and hum tml but through some force majeure, they have stuff on so i'll be sleeping late(r) again haha and training my gbound wand. furtively. =D hmm dunno why but i seem to be feeling kinda depressed lately, hopefully it'd pick up around late-week. haha the thought of not having to go sch the next 2 days sure helps. =) haiz many ppl's birthdays are round the corner.. her's too. nothing much to say. its no use flogging a dead horse.

our hero has fallen in battle...

there once was a boy who felt no love,
his heart was taken and kept up above.
locked in a box,
he hadn't the key.
for around the neck it lay of old grampy.
"grampy, can I please have the key?"
begged the small boy.
"no, no,"
said grampy,
"it isn't a toy!"
the boy exclaimed,
"but I need my heart, I feel so hollow inside."
"i'm so sorry, my lad." and once again he was denied.
away the boy walked, unsure of how to feel.
without a heart, no emotion is real.
he had an idea, he knew at last how his heart could be regained.
he loved his grampy, at least he thought so.
without his heart, he would never know.
so, with just a small push,
grampy went into the flames cursing and screaming and calling him names.
quickly, grampy was engulfed in a sea of fire.
all that was left were some bones and a key.
at least his heart could be his once again.
he unlocked the box and removed it.
with a zip and a squish, all his feelings returned.
he realised the only person who loved him burned.
in the end, the boy sighed one last little moan,
he then keeled over sad and alone.

My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry

I was here
You were there
Guess we never could agree
While the sun shines on you
I need some love to rain on me
Still I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
Gotta get over you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry