Thursday, August 18, 2005
- I really wanted to post these lyrics as they're so funny! According to Jo, it's Sicilian humour? and supposedly Sicily has this unique sense of humour distinct to that locale. Hmmmm. At any rate, I couldn't find it and thus I reproduce it from the CD jacket. It's really really funny. Even Jo laughed.
Home To Mamma - Patrizio Buanne
I've searched through every city, every country
To find a girl (The perfect girl)
A girl who'll be the one; the one to marry
To marry me (To marry me)
I came, I saw I conquered just like Caesar
Or so it seems (yes so it seems)
A knight in shining armour on a charger
The stuff of dreams (The stuff of dreams)
Mamma Mia what am I to do?
All these beauties which one will I choose?
Could it be her? Or maybe her?
I just don't know who it should be...
So I'll take her home to Mamma and let her decide for me!
In Spain, I met Maria full of fire
What Latin style
In France, it was Elise, such a teaser
She made me smile
The English girl was pretty, what a pity
She was so shy, I wonder why?
And Lorna, from California, I should warn ya
Was free and wild - and I mean wild!
Mamma Mia what a mess I'm in!
Endless choices where do I begin?
Could it be her? Or maybe her?
Perhaps Suzanne or Emily?
O, I'll take her home to Mamma and let her decide for me!
How will I know if she's the girl
To love and hold eternally?
I'll take her home to Mamma and let her decide for me!
Tommorrow's the Colours Award ceremony in school; we espied the chairs laid out already in the hall. Amidst rumours that 700 people are attending and that we're eating in the canteen, it's hard to see what's so special about this. Granted, it's an SYF year (read: bumper crop of results sprouting out to be rewarded) but the meaning of the ceremony is rather lost in the midst of so many awardees. Ahwell... as a last gathering of tired old soon-to-graduate exco, we'll go there and huddle again.
The tension is mounting, it's palpable. People are now wringing out every last minute of every day to study. While I'm all for studying, the brand of revision that NJ engages in is aptly named mugging: it robs students of their time, all their time and turns them into zombies.
Don't ask me what all my friends and classmates are: why aren't you pressing the panic button? Hmmm. Perhaps such a button doesn't exist in my psyche. But I know I'd rather take it slightly easier and go at my own (slow) pace than burn out. At the rate some people are going, it's gonna be sooner rather than later.
We only have so much fuel. If we spend it all on the three weeks up to the Prelims, where're we going to find replacement fuel for the next three months to the A's?
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