I figured I'd post since I'm back home before sunset for once, since Ching Yee and the interesting feeling in almost every part of my body convinced me not to bother with 8(?) flights of steps.
Well, piano pieces are really nice~ Except the music scores are damn hard to read, and consequently pianos are damn hard to play. D: Here's a little known fact: the piano was probably the first instrument I liked so much to ask for music lessons. Which explains the familiarity with piano pieces, maybe! -_- I can't think of any other reason why I would know the tune to so many pieces. ._. Actually, it still doesn't tally when I think about it. Hmm, mysterious.
Ah, I'm not kidding when I say someone has a calming influence. ._. Ching Yee and I were discussing this the other day, and we guessed it had something to do with being bochap? Hahaha, but wouldn't that mean the most bochap person I know should have that influence too? -cough-HW-COUGH- Or exert even more influence, for that matter. ._. Oh lookee, another mystery. ... honestly, I feel slightly bad for feeling better by stoning with people at black and white keys. ... ... ...I wonder if it bothers/disturbs/scares the other party. ._. Huh.
Oh right, the poetry bit. Firstly, I owe my poor tutor 6 pieces of lit homework. D: I promise I'll do it after this post! >< One of the assignments is to compose a response in the form of a poem (again). Well, at least writing poetry is more interesting than writing essays. And, uh, if you happen to be Ching or Sarah, I did mention I went a bit mad from studying during promo-period and so went and wrote a poem in a previous blog post, if you care to check. ._. Here it is anyway?
How would you define a Screwdriver?
I must confess and express,
To my distress, I'm impressed by how you're impeccable but always a mess.
You're completely oblivious, conscientious, meticulous, judicious, sacrilegious!
Responsible and unreliable, you endure that you're sure and insecure.
Equal parts quiet and reticent, insane and inane, oh dear, you are quite the pain.
But you amaze for you're a maze, safe and ensnaring, impassive, engaging, minute but binding.
It shouldn't be instinctive to find you distinctive, people believe; but you've a penchant to be inconclusive, sometimes explosive! They must be too dismissive.
Perhaps you're just cryptic, but maybe simply because you're simplistic.
Please grant me some apathy to your patience and empathy, it's all too subtly amusing, calming, confusing for the likes of - Screw this!
I apologise, beg you to spare me, and become conscious of your unconscious hold over my subconscious.
Or possibly not.
WELL THERE YOU GO. It's a terrible poem, really. I was happily experimenting with the sound of the words with the help of a thesaurus on a public bus. Seriously, on a bus, mind you! Frankly, promos mess with your head. UHH I RECKON I'LL CHANGE MY MIND AND TAKE IT DOWN SOON. D: It's not the best thing to plonk on the world wide web, really. (天啊我不清楚我到底在干嘛呀。)
Oh I seem to have chanced upon a spin-off of the 小妹妹变态 game Fan Yi plays in the app market.
Damn it I don't have anything else to ramble about. Uh, there's PE tomorrow and I might die! From remnant PT pain whee~
I shall leave this page before I die from hesitation, humiliation, procrastination or all three. Besides, now I need to find a box to hide in. ._.
