The Dead


The dead don't sing
The dead don't dance
But the dead surely
Don't cry

The dead can't feel
The dead can't touch
But the dead surely
Don't hate

The dead don't walk
The dead don't talk
But the dead surely
Don't lie

The dead don't laugh
The dead don't revel
But the dead surely
Don't envy

The dead may not cry
The dead may not hate
The dead may not lie
But the dead are dead
Forever more.

Thought of this poem off the cuff. Was feeling rather moody, don't know why. I wonder if it sounds right. Please do tell me if it doesn't. Hmmm...

School starts in another 4 days. And I feel like killing the Physics department. I don't see the rationale behind us having to do contractor work, and calculate all that load of bullshit on the cooling load and all. Fuck it la. CBMF. I mean what - are we going to become owners of Daikin or something? Nooooo.Or are they looking for a cheap way to measure the cooling load and all for those 3 fucking rooms? Fuck 1G(the classroom) and the photocopying room. I don't care if the aircon there breaks down and everyone dies. AARGH...

Tamil has gone nowhere. I keep on procastinating and never get anything done. Almost everything else is complete. Except that piece of shat. I wonder why there are such things as holidays when they don't seem like breaks after all.

I don't feel like blogging anymore today.

Ciao.