tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58666411819472441452012-02-16T02:53:51.427-08:00sayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259817826050742016noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866641181947244145.post-23594332211631436742010-04-09T21:23:00.000-07:002010-04-09T21:25:43.284-07:00argh!!!! six months more!!!! six months more to my birthday!!! it seems quite fast to come, but actually the six months are going to be very tiring and busy. cant keep up with some schoolwork and most of all, balancing my tuition, homework, CCA and writing together. X.x<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866641181947244145-2359433221163143674?l=sayuri-cyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259817826050742016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866641181947244145.post-74668896774969585452009-04-03T21:23:00.000-07:002009-04-03T21:30:06.761-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I was awake all night,<br />big as a polar bear,<br />strong and firm and white.<br />The tall black hat i wear<br />was draped with ermine fur.<br />i felt so fit and well<br />till the world began to stir<br />and the morning sun swell<br />i was tired, began to yawn;<br />at noon in the humming sun,<br />i caught a severe warm;<br />my nose began to run.<br />my hat grew black and fell,<br />was followed by my grey head.<br />there was no funeral bell,<br />but by teatime i was dead.<br /><br />_Vernon Scannell_<br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866641181947244145-7466889677496958545?l=sayuri-cyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259817826050742016noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866641181947244145.post-91315729178049767632009-04-03T21:17:00.000-07:002009-04-03T21:22:44.452-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My poor old bones-I've only got two-<br />A broomshank and a broken stave.<br />my ragged gloves are a disgrace.<br />my one peg-foot is in the grave.<br />I wear the labourer's old clothes;<br />coat,shirt and trousers all undone.<br />I bear my cross upon a hill<br />in rain and shine, in snow and sun.<br />I cannot help the way i look.<br />my funny hat is full of hay.<br />-O, wild birds, come and nest in me!<br />why do you always fly away?<br /><br />_James Kirkup_<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5866641181947244145-9131572917804976763?l=sayuri-cyb.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sayurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259817826050742016noreply@blogger.com0