When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Mr Zhiyang! Hey thanks man... Off with ya head!! Since when did I declare that "to smoke is to be dead"? Every tertiary institution imparts the essential art of smoking to students. I totally respect smoking. =P Aw man I'm dead beat now.. as worn out as a well-sucked lollipop. Just finished giving two students tuition, back to back. Arghz... it's not easy convincing myself that I AM the soul of patience. Ha. Haha. Hahaha.
In existence there lives Jimmie the queer Queen Nerdette.
Absolute intolerance of all cigarettes.
Declared that to smoke is to be dead.
She demands of me "Off with ya head!".
Impulsive but well-meaning she is, this babette.
Author: Zhiyang
7:38 PM
Wilson dear, the following's written, like I said I would, on my train ride back to the Far East for you. The first letter of every line comes together to form your name. I can't match the lines you so effortlessly wrote this morning about me, though. You make me feel ashamed about the silly poems I penned!
W-I-L-S-O-N Woeful is the song he sings to me,
"Isn't life not as bright as it seems to be?
Living is a pain, an ongoing drain,
SICK! are those words that drive me insane!"
On such bitterness, I venture to say,
Never give up, do what you may! 1:17 PM
