This Better Be Good

If it’s true that things happen for a reason, I sure hope that these 2 years do.it’s gonna be a tumultous few months of placement, IAs, EE etc.

But before that, Semester 2 Exams.

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I guess, I could feel better now, knowing that somewhere out there, my Googleganger is a pretty, petite model who is 4 months pregnant. 😐

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Funeral Blues
WH Auden

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