:: lady iron ::

i did some spring cleaning yesterday, preparation for hari raya paa~

i realised i got lotsa lotsa e.literature notes from 2005. i dont know why i didnt throw them away right after olvls. well, i guess i got this kinda unexplainable attachment to those notes. i spent 2 freaking months with it k- hehe, to the extent of placing them under my pillow as i slept.

literature in english was fcuking difficult la, (summore my angmoh not so good) but with time and commitment, i learnt to love. it's amazing what kinda meaning a poem or a prose contain. understanding character was also another component of e.lit i love.

i barely passed my e.lit back in sec3 but scored a pretty distinction for O. thanks to my miss chan:)

JC e.literature was awesome too (unlikeH2 econs and H2 chem). most often, i left the lecture hall feeling like whoa! words are such powerful weapons, a mode for feelings and emotions.

but jc sucks, so i left! poly baru ada baeek~

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try appreciating this, its just about thistles though-

Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men

Thistles spike the summer air

Or crackle open under a blue-black pressure

Every one a revengeful burst

Of resurrection, a grasped fistful

Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up

From underground stain of decayed Viking.

They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.

Every one manages a plum of blood.

Then they grow grey, like men.

Mown down, it is a feud. Their sons appear,

Stiff with weapons, fighting back over the same ground.

-i have no idea who wrote this, bleah