Saturday, March 04, 2006

Virtue
George Herbert

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
The bridal of the earth and sky:
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,
For thou must die.
Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave,
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eyes:
Thy root is ever in its grave,
And thou must die.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie:
My music shows ye have your closes,
And all must die.
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
Like seasoned timber, never gives;
But though the whole world turn to coal.
Then chiefly lives.

and all must die. so apt.
watched final destination 3 ystd.
it just seems that everyone can't escape from death.
i had a bad dream last night, i dreamt of like numerous ways i would die.
like just dying in my sleep, get knock down by a car, eaten by a crocodile.
it was really scary.

but like why on earth am i thinking of death?
i woke up and reckoned that not everyone has such an interesting death like dying on a hijacked plane.

school was short ystd.
as usual qiling was being such a hilarious shit ((:
and we concluded nj soccer guys think highly of themselves
(looks at terence HANdsome)

big momma's hse was hilarious too.
i didnt think it was a waste of money!!
((:

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