† Tuesday, September 02, 2008
bloody sick .
i always seem to get the aches-in-every-joint with very-dry-throat and super lethagia .
bloody irritating .
and i hate how time is wasted sleeping for 12 hours .
and waking up with aching kidneys .
ache ache and ache .
balls .
at least yesterday was fun .
out of the blue, my cs skill suddenly returned !
and we got the class sweater/jacket settled at last after like, what, 7 failed attempts ?
sat's teachers' day dinner was alright .
though everything and everyone was really messy .
and the teachers didnt stay long enough .
friday's teachers' day concert was one of the worse even by GESS's standards .
could not even reach half of how fun last year one was .
its rather dissappointing how the Thanksgiving concert by the teachers were so much better than last year's yet we cannot give them something that was even close to the level of effort and creativity they put in .
ah well, everyone's a critic .
prelims was crap .
so much for studying .
another 50 odd days to As .
i have a real bad feeling i would be taking As twice .
i always regarded lit and poems as something structured, y'know, perfect rhymes, perfect structure .
up till now, poems were total crap to me, completely smashed my image .
no rhymes, no structure, which really irks me .
most of the time, it felt like we're reading too deep into poems .
its as though someone crapped in his pants, labelled it as art, and everyone fawns over it .
For Christ's sake, its bloody crap from every angle !
that pretty much sums up my image of studying lit now .
although the lit teachers are the best,
i'm sorry to say, but lit is crap .
but the one of the lit paper's poem revealed to me that lit is not total crap, although it is approaching that soon .
to end, here's James Weldon Johnson's Morning, Noon and Night :
When morning shows her first faint flush,
I think of the tender blush
That crept so gently to your cheek,
When first my love I dared to speak;
How, in your glance, a dawning ray
Gave promise of love's perfect day.
When, in the ardent breath of noon,
The roses with passion swoon,
There steals upon me from the air
The scent that lurked within your hair;
I touch your hand, I clasp your form ---
Again your lips are close and warm.
When comes the night with beauteous skies.
I think of your tear-dimmed eyes,
Their mute entreaty that I stay,
Although your lips sent me away;
And then falls memory's bitter blight,
And dark --- so dark becomes the night.
ahh, perfection .
snippets . @ 10:18 PM
what the...
hahah, all the CSMs of 50th from left to right and we got a plaque just for being CSM. aint complaining though hahah ...
and this is the second and the last time i can wear my SCLT epaulettes . which really irks me cause they lost my SCLT epaulettes in MAY so i cant get them till the second application .
got proper dress shoes finally. was wearing my old boots which really isnt right but since no one caught me for it ...
and finally, i'm a full officer with my OCT promotion. kinda miss the lanyard and epaulettes of the SCLT though, now all i have on my uniform is my nametag and these 2 collar pins .
