Today was damn tiring. And we all got terrible muscleaches from yesterday's volleyball. I got up in the morning and just lay there and wondered why I couldn't get anything of mine to move.
Apparently the guys are suffering too lol :D
Sian lah. Bizlab sian. Got REPRIMANDED for exchanging surveys with some other group from 2F. Sad :(

Am loooking for war poems now for the LA comparison presentation thing and here's something interesting!

Moira's Keening
O mountains of Erin,
Your beauty is fled;
Beyond you, in Flanders,
My darling lies dead.

Through the dunes and the grasses
Bespattered with blood,
They bore him; and round him,
Bareheaded, they stood,

While the chaplain in khaki
Was reading a prayer,
And the wind for his keening
Was moaning an air.

O son of grey Connaught,
No more shall we stand
By the dark lough at evening,
My hand in your hand,

And talk of a houseen
To hold you and me,
The scent of the heather,
The gorse on the lea.

Yet, bridegroom of mine,
You are waiting afar,
Past the peak and the blueness,
The shine of thon star,

Where Mary the Mother
Is bending her head,
And you sleep at her crooning,
O boy of mine! dead.

by Norreys Jephson O'Conor


How sad. Her lover's dead.
Anyway. Point of interest: Moira is my sister's name.
And I thought the poem was really sweet.