Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Day 73 - Poem

Eat at my mom's brother house ( don't know what he is called ). I want to recite a poem... seriously

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creep in this petty pace from day to day
To the last paper of PMR,
and all our yesterday has been tiresome.
The way to dusty books. Out, out PMR result!
Holiday but a boring months, boring days.
That time and energy his hour used infront of the books,
and then heard no more; it's a tale,
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing...

(edited from Life Brief Candle, by Shaun)
IT'S COPYRIGHTED

Number of holidays left : 12
Days until PMR result released : 2
Christmas : 3

-kb