The Forgotten Land

Monday, July 30, 2007

Poetry something i have loved since i got in contact with it. I remembered when i was first taught about poems. Yes it was catchy and it challenged my knowledge of my english. Making me want to find out more about what i lack during english when i have not studied but should study. I asked alot of questions since i didn't know the meaning, I checked the dictionary when i did not know what the words were since i had not gotten into contact with it before. I studied like mad even thought i hated the teacher alot. She was the most hated teacher in the school. The yellow tiger who eats every student she sees as her pray, some called her the black Lion's wife from the "Lion King" i've forgotten the name cos she was very wicket and unreasonable. Lol. I was made to stay back on a saturday and write a thousand lines "I must not tell lies and i must hand up my work on time.", the problem was that i had already handed in my work and she was holding it. I think she is one teacher i really cannot forgive but since i've forgotten about it all this years i guess i'll leave it as if it never happened. Why do i say i won't forgive her ? I spent 3 hours writting those bloody lines and she tore it up before my very eyes. THe most funny thing was that i didn't give all the lines some paper fell into my bad and i unknowingly gave the paper to her. It was not until 3 days later she came and gave me my book back without apologisting to me..... Damn that really pisses me off. I enjoyed the lessons and day dreamed the whole lessons as students were reading them. A2 and A1's were my grades. I was in the ship during the lightening storm and the cold waters was freezing when te ship hit the corals and sank to the bottom of the icy ocean. The pain when the finger was chopped into to get the ring. Yes i was in the story and i felt the story. That's my secret of studying short stories. It was fun, since if you are in the story there is no way you'l forget how does the story continues and what will happen the next moment. Thus able to answer the questions given. But during the 3rd year of secondary school, the teacher left so we just studied lit for a few months before it was cut out from my life. Don't ask me why. She was hated by so many. I guess someone reported her to the principal and was exposed of her devilish acts. Those were one of the rumours others were her marriage life was crapped up so she quited, she broke up with her boyfriend or her husband left her for a better women. She got killed by robbers. Bah bah bah.... some many were made that i can't remember. She saw my friend on a sunday buying games and called him to go home instead to study. Man, i pity her child. How stressed he would be to be bossed around like that. Even on a weekend would she not give air to her students what more her child, if she ever had any.

My ability to speak well in nice perfect old english and i loved speaking in the old ways of english. It was as if i was living in ancient times, speaking to those people who spoke those words. Cool. I was back to the old singlish spoken by my more chinese side friends. The worst was after i entered Poly. Seriously my language life was ruined, i was speaking as if my language was rotting day by day. It got worst and worst, somehow my friend's way of english is super different from mine and what's worst after being corrected they still stand firm to their belief and continued with their mistakes after being pin pointed may times. Oh man.... I need english lessons again. If my child ask me how to do english in the future, i guess i'll give him or her an F9 if i teach the language and the teachers will call me over to school to view their academic progress. Spoke to Emma (i want to spell her name correctly but somehow i sux at spelling so i can't write her actual name even if i wanted to) the other day and i remembered she was taking languages in UNI super cool man, what more it's english. Woooo.... But anyway i guess i'll take a double degree when i enter UNI. I want to continue my course for awhile more since the job seems interesting. I'm not sure what my future holds but maybe i'll have to work overseas instead if i'm to change lines in the future. I'll have to take a japanese and english degree to more to Japan and teach there. I'm not sure what to think now. Long term goals are such a headache. If i don't plan and aim high i'm sure i'll be a good for nothing in the end. I don't want to make my parents worry on their death bed about me so i must be successful for their sake. I don't really mind the farmers life, since they are most peaceful and grateful of God's grace. Oh well talked too much. Guess i'll just share this poem i found online and end today's blogging. Byez.

Strawberries

i was a small strawberry once
in summer shade--
deep shadows of sleeping cats, watchful of
rose white and rose red, both sandal-footed and
cold-grass frolicking, issuing to the backyard
world a summer-girl chirrup succeeded by one
toothy boast and one
shy smile.

i was a strawberry sometimes then--
a summer dress made of me, a scarlet fruit--
clothed in a berry-hued and seed-studded
white-dotted fabric frock,
i twirled and orbited a small place
like the same true fruit in cool soil
among chastening berry blooms
in the small silent garden.

the strawberry and i--
plump and red, sweetening in summer sun
laughing at the distillation of time,
at the absence of memory then.
Nicole Rudick

Shannon

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
9:53 am

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Monday, July 30, 2007