Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
In Mourning
Let our tears streak down our cheeks
Into a vast pool of nothingness.
Let the rain wash away the pain
Forgotten in an ocean of melancholy.
Let the birds sing once again
Serenade our tired souls to sleep.
Put us to rest.
Our eyes beg.
Let our hearts be free.
Into a vast pool of nothingness.
Let the rain wash away the pain
Forgotten in an ocean of melancholy.
Let the birds sing once again
Serenade our tired souls to sleep.
Put us to rest.
Our eyes beg.
Let our hearts be free.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
I found my usb, filled with all the projects I did at CAPE this summer. Haha, it's nice to see what I did back then. And now... how to improve it!
Man, I seriously can't wait for this break. I'm going to be making cool projects all the way. Haha, I love how you don't need internet for coding. Just type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type...
Man, I seriously can't wait for this break. I'm going to be making cool projects all the way. Haha, I love how you don't need internet for coding. Just type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type, type...
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Unspoken Comfort
By Allison Tam
Compassion can be found
In the most surprising place
Through a subtle nod
A slight brush
A light touch
A twinkle in another's eyes
Compassion can found
In the most surprising company
From a friend who went astray
From an enemy who discounted you long ago
From an acquaintance who was far too obnoxious
From a shy classmate who never spoke a word
I once thought I knew from whom
I would receive such a gift--
The gift of compassion
To free my melancholy soul.
I once thought I knew.
My thoughts were once wrong.
Because it seems quite odd that
Compassion can be found
In the most surprising places
While lacking
In the most usual
Compassion can be found
In the most surprising place
Through a subtle nod
A slight brush
A light touch
A twinkle in another's eyes
Compassion can found
In the most surprising company
From a friend who went astray
From an enemy who discounted you long ago
From an acquaintance who was far too obnoxious
From a shy classmate who never spoke a word
I once thought I knew from whom
I would receive such a gift--
The gift of compassion
To free my melancholy soul.
I once thought I knew.
My thoughts were once wrong.
Because it seems quite odd that
Compassion can be found
In the most surprising places
While lacking
In the most usual
Monday, April 2, 2012
Sport teams form friendships like no other. Seriously, being in a team sport is some of the best ways to make friends... and not just any friends-- the type of friends that have your back for years to come. I guess marching band was my "sport team" this year. I wish I hadn't quit soccer.
I should really get my knee checked.
I should really get my knee checked.
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