ART堂趣味玩爛泥

真的很喜歡玩泥這玩兒

比起上色那些高學問的東西還是玩泥好了

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中文堂的"啟明星"讓我笑了一會XD

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BIO堂看均衡營養etv..

全軍覆沒~

下堂時李同學的眼睛紅得可怕

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放學後要去art room繼續做泥

我,嘉琪和羅ling三個女人一個墟

想不到小明竟然會願意跟我們坐

之後我們什麼都談起來

不過不要談我的加地!

我們三個女的有時談起帥哥

嘉琪又在為不知那個什麼什麼尖叫

小明看得很無奈= =

我第一個做好

竟被miss林讚

真好運= ="

我就坐下來一邊看他們繼續做,一邊吹水

嗯...小明的速度.......比我家那條舊電話線更慢=_=

所以,勇者松茸出手了

把小明的泥重新造過

哈哈,我一出手,果然是行的(雖然他還是做得很慢- -)

今天和小明都稱得上談了很多,真好

但還是揭不開他的神秘面紗

結果我們六時多才走人

好累

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聽到小明的溫書大計....

看來今晚我要飲白蘭氏雞精了....

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Grandfather's clock

My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopp'd short, never to go again
When the old man died.

Ninety years, without slumbering (tick,tick,tick,tick ),
His life seconds slumbering (tick, tick, tick, tick),
It stopp'd short never to go again,
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four when he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopp'd short, never to go again
When the old man died.

My grandfather said of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time, and had but one desire
At the close of each week to be wound.
And kept in its place not a frown upon its face,
And ist hands never hung by its side;
But it stopp'd short, never to go again
When the old man died.

It rang an alarm in the dead of the night
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time, with a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side;
But it stopp'd short, never to go again
When the old man died.