busy busy busy
lifes been a bitch lately. debate season is in full swing and i've been coming home everyday at 6.45 for the past week or so to write, rewrite, present, and rewrite speeches half-a-dozen times. Have had no time to study(which admittedly is weird since i found the time to do this) except the time on the long bus ride from school to home and back and just before and after i sleep. Tomorrow theres a CL gong han test which i am going to do miserably at and a A maths test which i'm actually fairly confident for. Aftwerwich comes another gruelling session of debates before going home to catch some shut-eye before the competition on friday. I haven't done any of my homework for 2 weeks now and i think its starting to catch up with me.
On a happier note, i'm goin to see my brother graduate this summer at chicago. Leaving on the 12th of june to meet my parents there. They'll leave on the 6th to tour japan first before flying to chicago. I'm staying behind cos i figure there will definitely be CCA stuff that needs doing that no one else in debate will do. I'm psyched bout meeting my bros though, i haven't seen them or talked to them proper in a long long time and i sincerely can't wait till i can see em.
Sarah's stuff
I didn't really have time to write much this weekend so i'll just post my friend's stuff. She's better than me at this stuff anyway.
My trench
I dug my trench 6 feet deepand lay down inside it.above in the world, wars ragedbut i could never get hit.
As strong fingers playedempty songs of silenceand music of old turned red to violence...
i lay down inside my trenchwatching the world around me.i was hiding.. hiding in the shadowsand hoping that no one would see.
As mutual relationshipsturned into love and hateand the existance of lovebecame a controversial debate.
there i was in the trenchignoring their ignorancesilently, sending to themsympathy, my condolences.
moral values, down the drainpeople trying to outdo the restand gossip flying all aboutabout ones whom they detest.
oh let me stay in this trenchI fear of facing the worldi fear everything it isi fear everything it hurls.
i fear music-lacking of peacei fear love-lacking sincerityi fear values-full of hypocrism
i fear. i fear.. i'm so full of fear.and because of that, i'm staying here.
Poetry?
Heres what i wrote in chapel today, plus afew lines from previous chapels
In a school called fairfield, not so far away I got off the bus, saw children run out to play I walked in, through those gates of dread And passed in, my feat like lead We gathered in the square, the students and I Sitting bored, hearing the bell's cry
The period first was science, a boring class indeed The teachers dreary droning, made me feel like weathered reed I waited for it to end, enduring the boar Craving somethin interesting, some joke or score I endured quietly, as the time ticked by And jumped for the joy, when the period’s end was nigh
Chapel started, and my day turned worse As the hypnosis started, I thought my eardrums would burst I sat there, my boredom mounting The sermon went on, monotonous words counting They spoke of roots, respect and lore, And for others and I, it did bore
Then came mathematics, the worst of the day With the zombie teacher, coming right this way His words wore me, right to the bone Care less I would, than a bush, fig or stone So I sat there tired, my mind wasing away In a school called fairfield, not so far away
Late week ravings
just watched a movie with my folks, we got back despite my sister's protests to continue shopping in orchard even though half the stores were closed. Not that i'd have stayed if they were. I hate orchard, its a polluted, noisy and crouded environment filled with examples of decadent consumerist america. Damn capitalist pigs. Of all my holiday homework, i've done a fifth, left A math, E math and EL undone and thought of excuses for the rest. I think i can finish the leftovers on the morrow if i can make time inbetween church and LOTR which starts at 7.30.
Anyway,heres some stuff i wrote on monday, i was at dinner with my folks and it suddenly sprang out of my head into a notebook i had at the time
Rising to the Sounds of Dawn
Chances have gone by, many too many
Dreams given up, losses aplenty
Sorrow and dread, the soul cries out
The spirit beaten, within and without
Then the twilight breaks, joy resurface
The shining day, returning to grace
As I looked out, The sun's glory came
To the sounds of Dawn, I rose again
First Entry
I never thought that i'd have one of these man, never in a million years. Oh well, kudos to kook who helped me make the blog (by help i mean she did everything then forced me to use it). To all my suprised friends, yeah they finally coerced me into getting a blog.
Schools been hell for the last 2 weeks, no end of bad test results and homework. Not to mention that i have to be ASM (assistant stage manager) for drama and run debate at the same time. everything is busy busy busy. Still haven't done any holiday homework besides the lit project which i rushed out on wednesday morn. I foresee me on monday morning doing A math.
