Saturday, April 08, 2006

Death and Other useless matters

Recently, I have been seeing myself dead. Literally. I wonder does it mean 'staring at your own death'? It frightens me seriously. I keep on imagining myself a dead guy, sometimes without realizing I was thinking of that. Is that a sign I am going to die soon? Well, whatever. I have always been curious as to where does the ethereal body of a human go after it is separated from its corporeal form. Maybe.. well never mind. My life is flashing before my very eyes.

And well, this is a totally unrelated matter. My mini exam. I sucked badly, and got shot several times by my moral teacher. I got lowest, except for another guy who handed up an empty paper. Teacher asked for everyone's goal in SPM for moral paper, I put there '85' she took a heavy shotgun and placed two big holes in my head. "Last year end year exam get 63, now mini get 55, it's going down and you tell me you want to get 85 in SPM?"

Anyway, here's my results. I got the first 7 subjects first, then only the three bottom subjects. It's a conspiracy I tell you.

BM - 86
BI - 80
MM - 82
MT - 84
Sej - 88
Fiz - 97
EST - 97
BIO - 58
PM - 55
Kim - 68

See what I mean? 80,80,80,80,80,90,90 *pop* 50 *pop* 50 *pop 60. Seriously, this si a conspiracy of higher level.

Anyway, at the recommendation of Zhi Wei, I downloaded Big Fish from bitcomet and watched it. Freaking bloody hell good movie. Not your usual action packed movies, but a meaningful and worth watching. I must have the book. I should think everyone should watch it, and then listen to 'How I Go' by Yellowcard.

How I Go

I could tell you the wildest of tales
My friend the giant and traveling sales
Tell you all the times that I failed
The years all behind me
The stories exhaled.
And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go

I could tell you of a man not so tall
Who said life's a circus and so we are small
Tell you of a girl that I saw
I froze in the moment and she changed it all

And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow
Flow...

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me

And you keep the air in my lungs
Floating along as a melody comes
And my heart beats like timpani drums
Keeping the time while a symphony strums
And I'm drying out
Crying out
This isn't how I go
Hurry now
Lay me down
And let these waters flow...
Flow....
Let it flow
Let it flow

Son I am not everything you thought that I would be
But every story I have told is part of me
Son I leave you now but you have so much more to do
And every story I have told is part of you

Yeah I know, Zhi Wei shut the hell up.

1 comment:

aisyah said...

hey ,congrats ! 8As *thumbs up*..
So much for potato being ur lucky charm eh ? :P moorraaalll paper .. jkjk !

Anyway , that song is cool-ed =D damn addictive -_-"