So I walked under a bus
I got hit by a train
Keep falling in love
Which is kinda the same
I've sunk out at sea
Crashed my car, gone insane
And it felt so good
I want to do it again
- Bachelor Girl
for example,
how am i to master integration by monday?
how am i to complete chemistry by next friday?
how am i to convince the marker that elasticity in demand really isn't a problem?
how am i to coherently write an essay on dna, evolution and variation?
woe unto me.
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder i say.
and he proves me right.
what he sees in me, i'll never know.
but i don't need to know such minor technicalities.
i've got what i need.
indeed, all i ask for.
don't look at us or me with pleading eyes,
you know you brought it on yourself.
did you think you could get away so easily.
please dear compatriot, use your God given schemata.
or would i call you a compatriot? that would associating mine self with you.
would i really want to do that?
no fear, i'm not really the nasty.
just rather appalled by your lack of sensitivity and wisdom.
such is, we're now all condemned.
i will go down with this ship. not.
ah....what is a girl to do in such a world as this.
such a society that condemns the very values it tries to instill.
how very contradictory.
but of course, one cannot be so ignorant that there are changes.
for better or worse, to be or not to be.
that's not entirely the question,
but what the heck, yes?
one week left til freedom be mine.
and i shall be thine.
forever and ever.
post script.
an example of beauty eternalised and lost in time, like the pictures you find in old chinese history books. such is my grandmother.
what iAMY has to sing, has been heard.