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16:02 Man, how am I supposedto take part in anything if the *** doesn't let me! Stupid catch 22. #

22:47 GSC's 1/8 Hatsune Miku review is now up! tinyurl.com/9ygbgr #

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Summer School?

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!!! Okay, what I'm really excited about is that John Crowley is teaching a class on sci-fi writing. :\ Darn, I shouldn't have forwarded my Hawaii application to FASS LOL. But oh well. That's not really a big problem. I'll still apply to NUS-in-Yale and see how things turn out. USP doesn't like me so yeah.

But John Crowley! Actually just standing in the English Department's building would be good enough for me. I hope I get this. Will be S$2000 poorer though :\ Going to write a kick-ass essay and kick the ***'s elitist butt!

oh the wasteland, please return me my lunch!

Waste Land Limericks

I

In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me--
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

II

She sat on a mighty fine chair,
Sparks flew as she tidied her hair;
She asks many questions,
I make few suggestions--
Bad as Albert and Lil--what a pair!

III

The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep;
Tiresias fancies a peep--
A typist is laid,
A record is played--
Wei la la. After this it gets deep.

IV

A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot
About birds and his business--the lot,
Which is no surprise,
Since he'd met his demise
And been left in the ocean to rot.

V

No water. Dry rocks and dry throats,
Then thunder, a shower of quotes
From the Sanskrit and Dante.
Da. Damyata. Shantih.
I hope you'll make sense of the notes.

-- Wendy Cope

ROFL.