Bloodied hands, scabby wounds

Uncertainty
Eyes meet.
Electricity,
Was there not?
You looked away.

Hands touch.
Warmth,
Was there not?
I pulled away.

Voices called.
Music,
Was there not?
Both feigned ignorance.

Intertwining,
Neverending,
Always encircling, Hearts
Never meeting.

I'm feeling rather poetic nowadays, even though my poems aren't really poems.

ANYWAY. STUPIDITY BEQUEATHS ME. I failed my Economics test, huzzah, laugh at me. But I surprisingly passed my History test. The one which I was ready to throw out the window and into the Milky Way.

Oh well. Last day of school tomorrow, and the start of my exams on Friday. w3wt.

I need to do some research on (Glenn) Miller.

Goddamnit, I can read Chinese! AND UNDERSTAND IT TOO!

I'm in the (Miller) Mood

Finished doing research for the Glenn Miller project that Sir asked my section to do. I don't think the others would procrastinate enough to do this. And I fount a nifty page which has a collection of Miller's songs available for our listening pleasure!

I'm suddenly inspired, despite my musical un-talent, to form a Miller-Band in Singapore! We need something like that here! X3

Eh. Going of to file my Economics handouts and study for the bleh MCQ test tomorrow.