I don't quite understand why the advertisement is SOOOO well-liked.
But I guess I might when I revisit this entry again in the future.

I hate
Looking from the back.
The silhouette
Getting smaller
Smaller
smaller
The colours
Fading into the grey of the background.
The horizon seems too near.
She is getting out of sight.

Squinting, my hand reaches out.
Trying to catch her in my two small hands.
Alas, to see but not to hold.

Wait.
Did she stop?
I can't see.
Dimly, the black of her head seems to turn into beige of her face.
I rub my eyes.
And in that instance.
It was as though she was never there...

http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/2006/12/a_guide_to_grad.html

The above link tells you how professors grade your exam papers.

I propose several ways to get higher grades.
Firstly, place paperclips strategically along the top edge of the paper. The weight of the paperclips will add mass and make your paper fly further.

Secondly, write with larger handwriting, resulting in the need for more paper. This means your stack of answers is absurdly abnormally uniquely thicker than others and will fall further.

I was in a philosophical kind of mood.

When you are sad...
Even though you are in the middle of a noisy crowd.
The world feels silent.
But when you are alone in silence.
All the sad thoughts rush through you like a noisy train.

When you see her.
The world is in black and white
While only she is in colour.

When she leaves you.
She turns monochrome.
Like an old and faded photograph.

I could have a mansion that is higher than the trees
I could have all the gifts I want and never ask please
I could fly to Paris, oh, it's at my beck and call
Why do I go through life with nothing at all

But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true

I can be the singer or the clown in every room
I can even call someone to take me to the moon
I can put my makeup on and drive the men insane
I can go to bed alone and never know his name

But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true

But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true

Artist: Griffith Nanci
Song: When I Dream