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i have four words to say. oh my goodness. ok maybe my math isn't very good... But i've only been away for a few days and suddenly royce has posted like a million times and this mythical toilet named LUae has joined the blog! Dearie me. This blog is becoming elitist already, three other total aces. And the Lu is totaly showing off his intelligence with biology and stuff. Assorted smarties and M&Ms (Mad & Moody).

Wish I could make my blogging nickname bigger now... Oh, it has been confirmed I didn't get into CAP. Oh well. No cap for me. I have reebok cap, but no camp CAP. Aw. Just not cut out for it.... yet. Maybe I might try with Jenner in JC! Yeah!

Anyway, as I was blogging, I haven't posted for like a few days and suddenly royce posts like a million times. Then the Lu decides he wants to defy copyright and post somebody else's song just so he can challenge royce's thoughtful and intruiging song. Excuse mr. Lu. Can we please post our own works? Hmpf

"Good Morning". He is at rest; unmoving, silent. Before my hand can reach out to waken, his eyelids flick open. But there is no life in them. They are dull, bearing course straight ahead. There is nothing there, ntohing left to sink. Nothing begets nothing, but darkness' reins.

"Good night then". The eyes hide themselves. There is nothing to see. Nothing, save for the growing tear. "That was alright, was it not?". And so the first day passed.

Sigh, royce was bugging me to post. argh ok... i can't remember any of my inspirations, so this is just a nonsensical prose. It just goes to show what happens if you force yourself to write or poemise. I can't do that... there is no life in that.

zzzzz should be doing mathematics assignment but dunno how.... zzzz...posting can be a waste of time... especially if cannot make it... what do i care what other people think? a personal philosophy from arlene feynman.... and no i am not well read...