Friday, October 05, 2007
The Ferrari 599 GTB Fiorano.
That is one nice car. Anyway, i haven't uploaded in a very very long time, and a lot has happened lately, literally A LOT. It's only 2 months or so, but believe me, even a day can seem like forever. Well, the o's are coming in two weeks, and time should not fly as it is now, but should instead slow down tremendously, similar to those 3 period dnt theory lessons. Today was also our last bunch of lessons as a class, and i won't say that i will miss lessons, and nor will i say that i will miss everybody, but i will surely miss being with my classmates. It's a sudden, and rather abrupt end, after 4 whole years. Which is a very long time. And i may not see some people ever again, which has it's pros and cons. But life has not gone terribly bad, but neither has it gotten any better, with the exams approaching as fast as an anvil can be dropped from a 500 foot cliff, and other significant, and yet insignificant events. It's this whole mix that can leave someone wondering if they're in equilibrium again, and then wondering in the next instant whether they're in fact sliding towards delirium. Crazy eh. We've got the next two weeks off, and i sure hope that i can put it to some really really good use. I also hope that all this will work out well. Mind you, hope's a four letter word, but you can choose to rely on it, trust it, believe in it, hate it, or love it. And at this point, god knows what i will choose. Gosh, the number of 'neithers' and 'nors' in this post is mind-boggling. But on a lighter note, everyone's wondering what to do after the exams. Some want a holiday. Some want to work. Some just want to go crazy. But then, some already ARE crazy. I haven't made my decision, but becoming a hermit isn't possible, although i may just sleep and sleep and sleep. And i'd bet that it'll all get boring after a month, after which i will seek something else to do. Haha. Well, we'll see what happens. I guess this is the end of my post, and i hope to 'write' again sometime soon. BYE.
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?
Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
something i know you've seen before.
