I like spare time.
There’s like eight (or less!) working days till the june holidays!
Secondary school’s MidYears are over, mine’s going to start in like a month. D:
Anyway, this past week’s been very busy, with the upcoming one promising no significant changes. School’s settling in to become a rather normal issue. Not that I condone it of course. The necessary punishment to mould us into shape for society is rather brutal, is it not. All I’m aiming for is to live through each week.
Either way, I’m pretty glad for each day which comes, no matter what it brings.(:
In conclusion, here’s a nice poem on TF2.
RED vs. BLU, playing CTF_well
BLU was ahead, and RED was in hell.
BLU had more players, more practice, more skill,
To RED, the battle was painfully uphill.
They all thought they would fail:
To their enemies, they bowed and hailed.
But one tried something new, a pioneer –
He tried to stop them: a lone engineer!
Teleporters, dispensers, and sentries galore!
He stopped every last BLU, got points like never before!
He laughed and cackled as he kept gaining dominations
Not even ubered soldiers broke his concentration!
Shooting his shotgun, swinging his spanner
He charged to the front lines, lured by fame and glamour.
But a cry went out, that chilled the RED gentry
“Oh, guys, help! SPY SAPPIN’ MAH SENTRY!“
He charged back to base but was doomed to fail
The spy got the intel, tracking him down was to no avail
He slipped back to base, capped the last point
And as BLU cleaned up, RED cursed their engie, Maladroit.
Daniel.
