Monday, March 08, 2010
hitler

Wow it has been like what? 4 months since the last update?

Came across this poem a few days ago while reading up some stuff about research paper conventions. Gave me a sort of gloomy feel, one that reminded me of our morality, and to cherish the people we have around us. This poem managed to make me think of the 'what ifs' in life, and eventhough it changed my mood around from a happy mood to a somewhat depressed mood (although not much), it was in a good sort of way. I just can't explain it.

Here enjoy. =)

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden

One thing I learned about history subjects. Reading about history is fun, writing about history is boring as hell, relatively speaking. If you are the sort who falls asleep at the instance of any history exposure, then never, I repeat, never attempt a history module. My current history module is interesting to study, learning about popular culture in Singapore through the years. However, having to write academically about them just totally turns me off. It becomes dry. Like a desert. However, that being the basis of history modules, I guess there is no circumventing it. Sadly.

I have been getting darker (tanner) every week. Haha. Due to swimming under the afternoon sun for quite some time now. So much so that my friend could not even recognise me in the dark, as in, under the moonlight. She even thought I was Indian. -.-''

I am thinking of changing my blogskin soon. Quite sick of seeing the same aeroplane going whoosh at the top of the page already...haha. Maybe when I have too much free time on my hands will I attempt some artistic piece of stickman work.