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the past 2 days have been really depressing. i've been sitting in the music room after school together with a bunch of my lit ppl and my lit teachers listening to sappy love songs. Valentine's Day is next tuesday and the literature cohort's putting up a performance on friday called Evening of Love. it basically consists of love poem recitations, songs, dances and plays. kinda brings me back to our literature production. well mr mark tan read a poem to us today called The Saddest Poem by Pablo Neruda. Sad it is especially with mark tan reading it. i don't think i was breathing throughout the entire time. i just don't know how he does it. well i'm acting in a short play that Isa wrote and yet again, i'm casted as the bitch girlfriend. my boyfriend? no prizes for guessing...yup anand. i just don't get why ppl keep putting us together. compatibility? i beg to differ. i'm doing a dance item too together with penny and we've barely got any choreograpy done. it's a contemporary cum ballet sort of thing and the song is flipping depressing. for some strange reason, the guys seem so much more enthusiastic about Evening of Love than the girls. there're like 5 guys serenating their love thru songs and like only 2 girls. how odd. So we in sleep beds We never made Holding close to love Love should fade Holding on to this is the best thing we'll ever do Morning sun is sweet and soft on your eyes Oh my love, you always leave me surprised Before my heart start to burst With all my love for you I know how it rains I know how it pours I never could feel this way For anyone but you So it takes some time And slip away Holding on to love Love should stay Holding on to you is the best thing I'll ever do Evening sun is sweet and soft on your face I'll never ever leave this place I feel my heart start to burst With all my love for you im in a dilemma at 9:01 PM
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