lead
Posted at 08:01 PM

So I came and went,

and thought it stank.

2 days I spent,

and laid on wooden plank.

The night was young,

i didn't sleep.

articulated with tongues,

about memories that we could keep.

Smelt dew in early morn,

brushed past nocturnal dogs.

my inner hopes were torn,

wherefore we had our jogs.

What's bonding or gelling,

if you only hate.

it's queerly compelling,

the way you segregate.

The solid majority won't win,

and this i hope and know.

acceptance gave a chance so thin,

adapting's as gradual and slow.

I seem to yield a visage,

whenever i'm in front.

i don't want a welcome march,

be thy embodiment is what i want.

So give me more ticks,

to prove that I can.

wish there weren't picks,

for i to be thy friend.

layout colour change
Posted at 09:46 PM

blue is boring.  although i don't know how the hell i rendered these colours as matching.

blind yet, no?

visual shock aside, there's something that's been bugging the shits outta me throughout the school year.

that is, none other than my class.

it sucks to come in to class every morning to see people that dip their noses into books all the time.  it sucks to try and keep up with the i-need-1-more-mark-to-get-100-wisearses when here i'm like, i-need-1-more-mark-to-pass.  i hate the perpetual competitive air that plagues our class.  like c'mon bushwahs, don't you have your own lives?  overall it especially sucks to share the same learning space with deadheads who don't even try to do anything significant for the class except to segregate from the rest. 

i think my time in secondary school is just a funless facade.