Thursday, March 13, 2008

Slow Internal Clock

But there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all
And here I rest, where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night.

--Title and Registration

I spent an hour learning how to play this song on the piano, hence my utter exhaustion by the time I get to school. Anyway on a side note, I really hope that I get to cover everything by May.

I wish I could grow up to be a professional hobo. One of my greatest fears (apart from gaining 100kg overnight) is becoming generic. Being weird and offbeat is my homeostasis, and it's gotten me in trouble one too many times. Maybe because growing up with 2 brothers has drilled in my head that safe is boring. Sit at the edge of the jetty. Play in the kitchen. The works.

Before I forget: RIP Pandapple. You will be sorely missed by loved ones. The say that only the good die young, so since your lifespan was give or take a month, you're practically a saint.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

awh beatrice!im sure pandapple is looking down from fish heaven and saying he loves you cuz i know i sure do!

hmm you know today i was in the car and was listening to bohemian rhapsody and started laughing cuz I remember how you sang it..
gosh i love you!my life would probably be crappy without your hilarity..