Saturday, March 05, 2005
Deck Analysis
1 last mid-term, before the flurry to get my CS project and SW1101E term paper done... Hope I can pass this one... I just pon-ed his make-up lecture today... The lecture was supposed to prepare us for the mid-term test... Went there, and there were no seats, so just decided to adjurn to the canteen for some 'mum mum' aka, food... maybe partly cause I was half an hour late... haha... but nonetheless, I think I'm screwed... again...
On a lighter note, I think the claypot stall is not bad after all... Had stir fried black pepper beef with rice for lunch... $2.30, and I asked for additional rice... so its reasonably good, and value for money =) I think I've been patronizing the Chinese Zi Cha stall side a bit too much, or in particular, that stall itself... Too much such that I didn't give myself the opportunity to try stalls at the other end... I shall make ammends to this.. =) As a food connoisseur, I have a duty to try all the food before making my judgements on them.... *sigh*... what a heavy responsibility... That means I gotta try the chao guo tiao stall too.... and I seriously doubt it taste good.... if it were good, there would be a long long queue during lunch, but I have yet to seen that queue materialise...
Anyway, a poem inspired by a true story... life's full of tragedies... so sad... Think I'll extend this poem at a later date... too short, but what the hack... not in much of a mood for poetry today...
Irony -- by -Emptiness-
Our story is done,
Before it even begun...
I lean on my chair,
Wishing I could be there.
To be by her side,
Throughout the coming night.
But it is not to be,
As no love can have three.
I can only watch,
As flames around me scorch.
I try to look unfazed,
As I see their tight embrace.
But deep inside it hurts,
A pain that slowly subverts.
If who she loves is him,
Away from her I'll limp.
But I can't,
As ironically,
Who she loves,
Is me.
- Emptiness - 3/05/2005 07:49:00 pm
