Siu Qey says: You have not blogged.
So here I am.
Nothing much to say really, except that I am cackling evilly for no apparent reason. Like how last night me and Charles thought a deer bellows when it actually barks. English onomatapoeia is weird. Even the word is weird. Do you know there are more different words to describe a dog bark, but not a cat meow?
My fingers are covered with blue ink again from a transparency pen. Are transparency pens poisonous? They do stay on the fingers for a particularly long time and then disappear mysteriously...how strange. Bio is now reminding me more and more of Lit. How I miss Lit. This blog was used a lot during Lit lessons last time. But now... =( RJ isn't as populated with computers as RGS was. Computers only exist in the computer labs, which is sad. Nowadays, even if I go to the com lab I either: a) use the computer to do proper stuff or b) don't use the computer. Quite funny right.
Yet again, I must tell one and all that I will not be blogging much. Although I have a lot of things I want to write, but I don't think I have enough net time, and sadly, since I was sick, I have much undone work.
I think I've changed much this year. Even my tone of writing is different. May be because I've been pumping myself with nice poetry into order to write something for the Graphic Poetry competition. It's really cool, you write poems, they illustrate. But 5 poems! And for an international publication! If I really want to get in I have to have something really good. Rewrote some of my better ones, but my muse isn't taking the bait although she wants to get in.
Used two hours of my net time in 2 days. Yay me.
Been watching the stars lately, and wondering, do they feel lonely? So many gaze upon them, but they are too far away to talk. Was thinking of writing a sad story where a star sends out a message that it is lonely, and a boy on Earth replies, but it's already too late, the star has gone, believing itself to be alone and friendless. It won't write itself though.
Have we really met? Or are we like the stars, only seeing each other and never really touching?