Monday, November 12, 2007
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! The blog template is...er...UGLY!!!
Sorry, whoever put it up. I love you and all, but pink and stripes just does not do it :P As a gesture of my well-meaningness, I haven't changed it, and all. :P
So yeah, anyway. Believe it or not, Miss Attendance-Shortage here is actually missing college!! Because of how deliciously (uh, not so delicious at times, clearly) eventless and pointless her days have become. And also, Miss Sulky (me, ie) is missing everyone!!! What have you all been upto?
I've been spending my days waking up in the afternoon, eating junk food, wasting away at the pc, reading quite a bit, catching up on piano playing, falling in love with Scott Joplin, falling in love with a variety of other things as well, :P, and overall doing absolutely nothing productive.
At this point I consider it relevant to give you a random piece of useless information: the World Scrabble Championships happened this year in Mumbai!! How cool is that, eh? So I spent like half an hour dawdling away at the site, which is here.
And yes, I've kept up with my obsession with John Donne...
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
Sorry, whoever put it up. I love you and all, but pink and stripes just does not do it :P As a gesture of my well-meaningness, I haven't changed it, and all. :P
So yeah, anyway. Believe it or not, Miss Attendance-Shortage here is actually missing college!! Because of how deliciously (uh, not so delicious at times, clearly) eventless and pointless her days have become. And also, Miss Sulky (me, ie) is missing everyone!!! What have you all been upto?
I've been spending my days waking up in the afternoon, eating junk food, wasting away at the pc, reading quite a bit, catching up on piano playing, falling in love with Scott Joplin, falling in love with a variety of other things as well, :P, and overall doing absolutely nothing productive.
At this point I consider it relevant to give you a random piece of useless information: the World Scrabble Championships happened this year in Mumbai!! How cool is that, eh? So I spent like half an hour dawdling away at the site, which is here.
And yes, I've kept up with my obsession with John Donne...
MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.
O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
Aah..how nice :D
Anyway. I'll sign off now. Ramble, someone!! (Someone other than me, clearly).
2 comments:
THANKS NEHA...I agree with you tat the pink was a 'bit' blindin..no offence to whoever changed the template but as neha said pink n stripes?.NO!!
LOVED da poem!!! Do keep posting more stuff!!!
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