Wednesday, August 01, 2007
♥ 4:20 pm
The ecstasy of already finishing my IOC has not subsided yet.
However, looking back, i think i didn't do that fantastic (like my mock) in the real one, which is kinda expected as nerves set in.
But Dulce was lucky, a good simple and easy poem.
back to Chem Prac 24, and mugging in general!
Labels: IOCs, School
Monday, July 30, 2007
♥ 7:41 pm
Dulce et Decorum Est - Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest we began to trudge
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, out-stripped Five-Nines that dropped behind
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering , choking, drowning
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friends, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Questions? What is Owen's intention here? What is the impact of describing his soldiers as children, boys? What is the significance of structure?
you know what, i don't give a damn now...
cause...
IOC IS OVER!!!!!!!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!
WHOOOOOOOOOOHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(swearing words)
WHA PAO!!
haha
going a bit crazy...
ok back to earth, and reality.
Labels: IOCs, School, Wilfred Owen
Friday, July 27, 2007
♥ 9:44 pm
Squelching in thick mud we lay the ropes
of the success and grandeur of our exhibitions
tirelessly we work
never complaining
for the sake of the greater good
alas it's not going to be
as human greed takes its place
Why can't they listen
why can't they just follow.
Don't step into the leadership they say.
If everyone wants their own way
everyone wants their own say
Then we would have no need
no need to lead, no need to comply.
Entropy always increase, doesn't it?
haha poetry is good.
everyone seems to be wanting their own way, and when it doesn't, they scold, they complain.
I really exploded
Think i took it out on the little boys and the barker guys.
in the words of qi'en
I am saikang warrior number one.
FUP Brothers!
(Back into reality)
IOC IOC IOC IOC IOC IOC IOC IOC!!!
damn this don and drew song, it makes no sense.
Labels: Frustrations, IOCs, NDP, Poetry
Thursday, July 26, 2007
♥ 9:54 pm
The time comes nearer.
Soon the works of Shakespeare, Owen, Frost and Soyinka will be laid before us, awaiting the fateful hand of choice, of fate, of nature's power (as Lear would subtlely put it.)
Picking one, flipping it over,
Waves of memories flood back,
numerous scribbling, uncountable words
Swarm the mind, restricted by the hand.
Nervous we are not,
Petrified we try not
However, even if we succeed
What cost have we born,
What have we lost?
haha anyone can be a poet.
je t'aime vous, ma belle!
(dropped back into reality)
Labels: IOCs
Monday, July 23, 2007
♥ 10:01 pm
bloody wisdom tooth.
all coming out at once, it fugling painful and irritating.
argh IOC on Monday, 30 Jul 2007!
1300 hrs.
It's going to be ok, it's good to get it over and done with fast, so i can focus on world lit, prelims, NDP parade....
fuck i have a lot of things to do, and so why am i posting this blog?
haha
Please don't try to influence what we say, it just shows a lack of confidence in your own system and style. Why fear the students when you have done a good job? We are mature enough to give honest replies that truly reflect our feelings.
so please, piss off
Thanks
Labels: Health, IOCs, School
Sunday, July 22, 2007
♥ 8:43 pm
IOC week begins now.
I've printed out my notes. Now time to mug it until i can read it backward-first.
I really hope i get a Lear text, definitely not a Soyinka or Frost. Wouldn't mind Owen.
'Courage was mine, and i had mystery
Wisdom was mine, and i had mastery'
Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918
Yeah can't be better said at all..
'Howl howl howl howl! Oh men, made of stones'
'Oh fool, i will go mad'
'Now gods, stand up for bastards!'
but my favorite of them all...
'Nothing will come of nothing, speak again!'
Something our IOC invigilators should say when somebody freaks out.
Watching the European Grand Prix now, what a race.
Torrential downpours, 5 cars skidding into the gravel, Lewis Hamilton's car screwing up and crashing.. all in 11 laps..
funny if you must say...
my sis hasn't read the last HP book yet, and i'm trying not to spoil her story, yet give her subtle hints, it's been funny too...
IOC, IOC, IOC, IOC!
(in memorandum of Alastor, Remus, Nymphadora, Dobby, Hedwig, Fred, George's ear, Colin)
Labels: English A1, IOCs
