I'm feeling so emo right now. Sigh. This is a bad day, and I'll be lying if I said that I'm not dwelling upon it. But whatever about it.. it always cheers me up when I read really sad poetry because it reminds me that

1. someone has felt this way before
2. that was someone reallyy long time ago

for my emo-ness today, I present:

The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot

I'm only putting a part of it cos i don't want to bore people to death. For the whole thing, click here .

"

V


Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow


Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom


For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

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I wish I could marry a poet and he'd read me poems every time I was sad. I think that's sooo romantic. *swoons* All we'd have is fancy philosophical nonsensical talk, and we'd pretend we're so deep and wayy over this superficial world. We'll just have meaningful conversations and passionate love.

But ah wells. They don't exist.

I also like Psalm 22 when I'm emo. Here .

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Very famous lines.

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I love my Dad. LOVE. Every time I forget how much I love my Dad, I'll be dragged to supper with him. I think it's meant to be.

It's very comforting to be a daughter, because you know your Father will always support you. Whenever you think that you are alone, it's nice to know that your Dad will be there (albeit naggingly) to tell you about life and to say "it's okay". Even though he does majorly irritate me, and his method of love is sometimes zany to say the least... not to mention his allowance scheme. But ah, less all that, I only have one Dad so I think he's the best.

My Dad is like a 'quotes' machine. He'll just blurt quotes out every now and then. And he recycles his jokes. Like this one:

"My friend told me his friend passed away. He said that the guy was veryy lucky."

"Why?"

"Because an actress just passed away and he is buried beside her."

*cracks out into laughter*

Sigh. I've heard this a hundred times.

Today's quote of the day from Mr Ng, "Your mother can never be slighted. Remember that for the rest of your life."

Why can't I just be ten and just let my Dad take care of of me forever? I sometimes wish I don't ever have to grow up, get hurt, get disappointed, work, grow old, have kids, and die.

I get nostalgic when I remember how my Dad used to fry fish fingers and make French toast for my sisters and I. Or how he can only ever draw stick figures. I miss my childhood already.

Reminds me of a story I read recently, Sula by Toni Morrison. How a son was living his life with such decadence, his mother described him opening up her legs and climbing back into her womb.

Disgusting, right? It totally repulsed me. But I understand the temptation to do that- to suck your thumb sometimes. But. It stops there.