Wednesday, September 28, 2005
i'll take stock of these 2 years now. it's all been a big fake. school, ppl, myself.
11:54 AM
Sunday, September 25, 2005
There is no problem too big God cannot solve itthere is no mountain too tall He cannot move itthere is no storm too dark God cannot calm itthere is no sorrow too deep He cannot soothe itIf He carried the weight of the world upon His shouldersI know my sister that He will carry YouIf He carried the weight of the world upon His shouldersI know my brother that He will carry You
what time i am afraid, i will trust in Thee
-Psalm 56:3
6:18 PM
Friday, September 23, 2005
You are Isolt, a former princess of Ireland. Isolt
was known for her imense healing powers. She
had strong ethics, putting duty before love or
love before herself.
Which Lady of Camelot Are You? brought to you by Quizillawow...i'm cool.
9:09 PM
Friday, September 16, 2005
rejoice! it's the weekend!! today's papers-- morning math pp2 and afternoon lit pract crit.
let's not talk abt math..let's talk abt LIT! whoo..it was such a satisfying paper.(btw for the uninitiated it's unseen prose, poetry or drama). it was the only paper i could do leisurely, and still have 15 min left to stroll to the toilet and then get a drink of water from the canteen. it was also the only paper that i smiled aft doing.
one que i did was the recreative one. again for those lit-illiterates, this is a que where u attempt to write a poem/prose in the style of the original, and then write a commentary on your masterpiece.
here's the original by Seamus Heaney:
The Early Purges
I was six when i first saw kittens drown.
Dan Taggart pitched them, ' the scraggy wee shits',
Into a bucket; a frial metal sound,
Soft paws scraping like mad. But their tiny din
Was soon soused. They were slung on the snout
Of the pump and the water pumped in.
"sure, isnt it better for them now?" Dan said.
Like wet gloves they bobbed and shone till he sluiced
Them out on the dunghill, glossy and dead.
Suddenly frightened, for days I sadly hung
Round the yard, watching the three sogged remains
Turn mealy and crisp as old summer dung
Until I forgot them. But the fear came back
When Dan trapped big rats, snared rabbits, shot crows
Or, with a sickening tug, pulled old hens' necks.
Still, living displaces false sentiments
And now, when shrill pups are prodded to drown
i just shrug, "Bloody pups". It makes sense:
'Prevention of cruelty' talk cuts ice in town
Where they consider death unnatural
But on well-run farms pests have to be kept down.
here's mine:
The Dying Bird
I was five when i first saw a dying bird.
I stared at the poor fluttering wings,
everyone passed by. Noone said a word.
Making frantic chirps. Feathered wings danced
in time to its failing heart.
We are on a sidewalk; people hardly glanced.
Dad dragged me away from the scene.
Little as i am, i could not bear to
leave that tiny quivering thing.
And now, dead cats, dogs, roadkill
are a norm in this busy street.
There is really no time to bother or to feel.
In a world like ours, i know
achievements and successes are musts.
We simply cannot afford time for woe.
:) prouda myself.
10:24 PM
Sunday, September 04, 2005
i just kapoed ppl's blogs, mostly from PL. AIYO! i feel like this tremendous heart stirring for my PL girls...not like i know most of them personally, they are all so young. but i was thinking, "hey sister, i was there once.."
let's hear it for sisterhood!
all the teachers they talk abt--lumpy,elvis,koh,monkey hou-- brings back memories of those glorious years in PL. and the silly stuff they do is like what we used to do. JC really corrupted me. last time i had messy bangs and really big boxy uniforms and went home happily everyday after school. schoolhours were spent mugging quite abit, talking alot of rubbish, locking ppl in cupboards and out of classrooms, writing stupid scripts, laughing behind the backs of clueless teachers, camping in PB room and polluting our lungs with months' old dust and food leftovers. but underneath all that sparkled innocence. (gosh i wish i wld stop being so cheesy!)
and then i entered VJC, the ayam brand school..go see Student Sketchpad
and boy was i changed. i'm not going to go into details, it's not pretty :D
oh PL..the girls in there are getting real chio now. i reckoned it's cos they finally let them keep their hair long and tied in ponytails instead of the retarded buns and plaits we were allowed when i was in sec4. 2003! boy,that's long. anyway stupid boys who think PL's full of bungs. that is not true! UP YOURS! they have pretty girls now, better than your high high ones. :P yet there's just this charm abt PL that nobody can resist (hehe i'm taking major artistic license now)...the tomboyish feminity, the way everyone knows everyone, the half sheltered half-wordly env and the endless crap we dish to each other.
SIGH.
4:52 PM
Thursday, September 01, 2005
what's with us that we always want more and more?
of cos i say this largely because i went to look at that place of my purgatory again. i wont leave the address here lest u good people out here become addicts too. anyway the things available today arent that great. OH WHO AM I KIDDING? they were never really great in the first place. it's my shoppindorphins talking-- the inability to resist digging into my wallet and pulling out another dollar bill.
i'll go study now.
2:46 PM
