vindicated

"The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow;
The fresh streams ran by her and murmured her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow.
Her salt tears fell from her and softened the stones -
Sing willow, willow willow..."

altho i cant imagine how this song will sound like in an actual Shakespearen play, i think i can imagine how Desdemona was feeling when she sang it; an epitome of sadness enveloped in an innocent woman, whose only fault was to love too much.

argh.


got these pictures frm seok's blog. hehe sry seok! but they're so beautiful, and rather professional *grin* was rather disappointed tt i didnt get to go. circumstances wouldnt allow it, n i did have my fair share of fun during the day. sigh. what a waste.. wonder if there'll b next times. sigh.





Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out

i shld b studying. but ive just lost the drive to do so. burn out? idk. havent been studying that much in the first place. when theres a will, theres a way. thing is, i cant find the will. doesnt help tt my dad bought back every single episode of star wars. hmm.

argh.

funny how many pple i saw at westmall today while reading othello. i saw mr sim clad in casuals for once. then i saw jason, ian, and gladys. hmm. interesting.