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Thursday, January 30, 2003
i think its uncanny, that everyone i know who likes poetry lists sylvia plath as one of their favorites. well she was my fav. when i was in jc but not anymore because she gets alittle morbid and psycho. But now i must say .. time for confession.. that neruda used to be my fav.. i wonder where i'm heading too. my psalms are my comfort-food (term coined by len), Heaney for mental stimulation.. anyone's got any recommendations.
Im reading Heaney's "Seeing things" and must say that after understanding what he's trying to say, it aint nothing much. Don't you hate it when in front of you a poem lies and when you get pass the stage of rapture and fascination, pass the level of naivety and understanding, that there is nothing left? You admire the style, ingenuity at first but when you begin to see the bigger picture, how like one poem connects to another, what the poems are made up of... doesn't it then just bore you..
me? yeah. maybe i'm becoming prosaic. what is the value of poetry? what is its value when we have prose, paintings, images and the internet? what is poetry compared to all these. can each poem teach us something different from what we already know through our long tedious experience with numerous institutions?
i'm seriously doubting the extent to which the claims poetry makes can be justified. hmm..
anyway today i'm watching "waterboy" the japanese swimming movie at my boyfriend's house. last night my bf came home quite late and he called me on my hph. i was asleep then and guess what.. i dnt remember picking up the phone at all. yeah, all i remember from last night was, i think... he was whining and worrying about his job and i think i cldn't take it so i started screaming and shouting that i wanted to sleep and i had no time for all this sh!t ... sigh... sometimes i really wonder what's under this skin/facade of what i am putting on so i can stop giving myself all these nasty surprises. Another thing is that i've ever sleepwalked before when i was young. In a report i read, the experts say that sleep walk is caused by stress and other factors that i don't recall. It is most frequent among 8 year olds.
and i'm 21 going onto 22...
Saturday, January 25, 2003
tonight is very special. coz after basically a really hectic day, rushing to lessons, getting readings done and studying outside... i've got now some time to spend with my God. i'm actually quite tired and want to sleep. but i slipped a christian cd into my com and i'm hooked. so i tht i'll just stay here a little longer, and write this blog too. God's deposited something in my heart today. i'm scared and i am insecure about the matter. but i want to be faithful and i just can't stand the divide that separates us at times. can we live under His shadow everyday? I know we need faith and the grace of God to do that. but the dissatisfaction of the way i live my life at times, the way i just seem to be sprouting theories and doctrines but unable to live them out...
this is the very thing that keeps me going. this is the very thing that makes sense to me. why i exist. why i go through crazy shit. why i can't give up. the possibility of being more than what i think i am capable of. it is not just the grace and not just about the striving either. if you put the striving and the grace together, i'll say i'm laboring to enter into his rest everyday.
whenever i follow my dad in the early mornings to school. i will always alight at the bus-stop near the bus terminal and walk up the path that is lined with trees ladened with yellow flowers. perhaps it is the early hours when everything is relatively quiet, but whenever i walk on the path that leads to the main buildings, i'll start thinking about God. Thanking him for the trees and the way the sky looks (which can be white becoz of the blanket of clouds or bright blue with streaking clouds), thanking him for the chance he has given me today to walk this path. and this blissful period will last till i finally reach the old admin building. i'm going to take pictures so you can see my early morning pilgrimages...
Friday, January 24, 2003
i'm in trouble... i've been lazing around, bumming my ass off and now this megaton of reading just can't be chomped through in one night. *sigh* so wat if i know that serene williams, world no.1 tennis champ suffered two blisters and her opponent could have defeated her but couldn't take the mental strain. so wat if i know that an anaconda snake has a pelvic bone? they won't get me through my readings. making a monkey out of me.. time: 0046 one hour more before i allow myself to sleep. please God hold up my eyelids until that blessed hour..
Monday, January 20, 2003
Reading Poems
It began so
Strangely
I had the memory
Of a dream
Brought back
To me once
Again
The words
Mellifluously
Wrapped around me
In a dull light
Its sound clear
Its meaning
Disturbing
But unknown
Never the better
After the grand show
I'll come round
Again
I'll fill up your
Coffers
Again
And so far
I've gushed
"You are the World to me"
But one day I
Will
Know you
And live out my life.
Thursday, January 16, 2003
i've watched the movie hero and maggie cheung is absolutely gorgeous. it's all in the eyes i think, double eye lids. my honest opinion is i prefer the crouching tiger hidden dragon to this one coz it was a much more moving story with not so many stylised lines that could be quite corny at times. "Your sword is swift" *choke on blood* and fall to the ground in this grand maradona style. But one thing for sure is the fighting is pretty solid in this movie. no airy fairy unreal jumping around and more duel scenes.
ahh. maggie cheung. i've yet to watch that movie where she wears all those equally gorgeous cheongsums. if anything, it's just to see the way she acts and carries off all those gorgeous clothes that'll make me happy. i hate wearing specs. this whole month i've been plagued with the problem of my left eye lens moving up and down. my mother's knee is suffering from arthritis and she's been seeing the doctor/specialist a couple of times. my dad has just placed the "fortune gods" ontop of my kitchen cabinet. it's quite eerie and i got into a tiff with him coz i told him that since he's a christian he shldn't believe in such things. well needless to say he got really mad and i lost my cool. he thinks it's good luck to place them there. i feel that something bad is going to happen.
so they're still there. i really shld have just smash them up and not just take them down. well, i aint giving up yet...
Thursday, January 09, 2003
i've been trying to update this blog two times. one near new year and one just two days ago but the blogger ran afoul and the cut-paste thing didn't work. so this is my third time. and i know very clearly that i've tried.
my parents are quarrelling now but this time it seems like my dad is 100% right and my mum's paranoai is getting on my dad's and mY nerves. today in the car, she said "if someone can love a woman so much, why can't someone love Jesus too?"...
oooooOoo.. tt was under the belt.
i'm surviving my first week too beeling. :) i'm getting the modules i want, my Independent Study Module is going well and Dr. Maiwald who is my ISM supervisor seems friendly, understanding and helpful. i'm really grateful that this sem is running smoothly. (typing this in the hall and listening to the silly quarrel is making my heart hurt, chest tightening...)
i was looking longingly at the sign outside breko, a cafe/bar in holland v. With shuying (my lead actress of my brief theatre experience) in the hot afternoon, the sign tempted me.. ooo.. 2 for the price of 10 bucks for beer... all dAy. :) hmmm... is it 10 bucks for beer for 2 people with refills all day or is it just merely about the price being 10 bucks all day... hmmMMmm...
ohh and now just an update of what i'm involved in these few days. Nothing to do with school though the USP has this talent festival coming up where they plan to have this arty farty month from middle Jan to Feb, culminating in a 1-2 day open air stage in school. I'm involved in my church production as a backstage crew member. My friend was teasing me that i'll most probably be quite useless coz i'm a GIRL and i'm SKINNY and i can't carry anything heavy. Sounds discriminating but it's true i don't think i can't carry anything heavy. Atleast i can carry lamp stands and rocks. :) I'm just happy to be part of it and i want to see how people in church work together on a production so tt will be eye opener and interesting.
sigh.. ok that's about it. they're still quarrelling. i'm getting tired and there's this tingly pain on my left shoulder... need to get out of the hall... (!)
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