Here's comes the swine!

It's bloody 2am in the morning and i'm not asleep. I can sleep but i don't really wana sleep (why! idiot! why!). Have a bloody grammar package to do; and i'm only doing the parts for punctuations.But it seems like i'm bloody writting a punctuations book for Popular to sell.
No no, i'm actually just doing the part on commas now. Blistering pigbrains...you never know how bloody big commas are until you start writting about them!you have commas with adjective clauses la, with adverb clauses la, with independent clauses la, and bla bla bla. At the rate i'm going, i think i'm starting to grow commas out of my ears.

You know they always say that a word is neutral until someone gives it some meaning.Like the word "fuck" doesnt mean no shit till i start thinkin about all those crude stuff right? hence with that, i can imagine myself givin commas some hell of my meaning-- a type of swear word of my own. so everytime i wana swear, i'll just go "comma you!"
"comma! i'm staying up late collating rules that students wouldnt even appreciate, comma, till they last of last minutes before exams!"

I gave one of my student this blog's addy and i'm kinda regretting now.Afraid she might turn into a bean like me after reading all those commas.haha.
My blog is not like some stephen-hawkings-in-the-making, neither is it some harry potter-give-me-your-eyeballs kind of thing.It's not just what it is, so dont take things at face value ya? Most of the thing i write serves as a memory cue to my past. like certain codewords and writting styles to let me retract my way back to things that happened and hopefully what i felt too. i dont wana lose my memories, painful or sad.i like to look back. O no...i sound like some sci-fi movie fella---preserve my memory and live an eternal "life"!

Anyway, sometimes i get a little cranky AND whiny...
a little mean...
a little sad...
a little dumbo mambo...
a little giggly bubbly...

O well *shrugs* what to do?

Sleep la...time to sleep.
There's a song that goes like this:

if you sleep now, close your eyes
try to think of tomorrow
all the stars
wish you goodnight
so im switchin off the lights

one more smile, onemore hug
kiss u once, kiss u twice
i'll be here
for awhile
so try to sleep now
and close your eyes.

LOser

Am sitting now in the cold lonely staffroom (which means i'm kind of all alone here) waiting for the rain to like stop for 5 minutes so i can walk my way to the nearest busstop and zoom off back to home. but alas! the gods have not been kind enough! Grrrrrrrrrrrr..................
That was my stomach by the way! It's 231pm now and my lunch awaits me in my humble home.Nothing to eat here in school anyway; cos canteen is dead and i'm "alone". If this rain continues to pour, i'm afraid i might faint later as i walk home! *table, chairs, room and everything starts to wobble*
Hope at least when i faint later, some heart-throb hunk may come my way and sweep me off my feet, although that won't be be necessary as i would have been lying face-flat on the ground by then ( i usually don't fall gracefully *disgusted face*)

Sigh sigh sigh. Bosy has left for australia and now we're separated by the seas and the skies. Not that we meet up often before, but it's just different when your fren is a call away and when your fren is away and calling is the only way. And now that my dad is flying off to mongolia soon (in 2 days time!!), for TWO MONTHS, it feels like two big parts of me are gone for the moment.

O no i hear the principal's voice!
cutting of curtly!!

Melted

How can one not melt when presented a gift from one's student?
As a temporary teacher, you tend to feel like your presence in this school and in your students' lives would be a fleeting one. And when such small nice stuff come you way, as when students confide in you; joke with you; chat about anything under the stars with you; play games with you; offer you somtin from their holiday's trip. How can one not feel deeply touched?

Yes. Small things make big things. And i am so glad these students had painted a humongous n wonderful picture in this life of mine. I hope i painted theirs a bright blue hue too, like that of the heavenly sky.

Utopian Ideals

I meant to speak my mind of my ideals, of which most people perceived it as naive and childish-dreaming. For by doing what they do, by speaking what they speak, they have often unintentionally insulted me. More often than not, i am tempted to let my passion become a passe; to let the comtemporary world engulf me in its milieu-- of intriguing ideas and rationalizations.All these leading to yearn for the want to avoid the humiliations of being scoffed at; to forget my beliefs and wane in my quest for The Truth. Sometimes, it can be quite so painful to not follow the norms. For you not only face ridicules from without, it gets even more dangerous if it comes from within.

My recent affinity for vulgarities has raised much concern within me. And by vulgarities, i meant not only the language i speak in my head, but also the notions that i carry along with them-- ideas of this worldly filth. It is a matter of choice, and i must not choose that path. As much as my task ahead bears much confusion, I will not turn my head away from it. A person can make me think like i need to change for him, but as long as i remember my lessons from darren, kenneth, elmo, and sister ang; i have a stronger lead-- God's clarity.
Endowed with this faith in the Lord, i will not show my weak knees. And as i have said to someone: "..i am staunch in my own ways...", i know i am God's loyal army.

In case some might raise an eyebrow or two, i must state that i am not trying to proselytize or evangelize anyone. I am merely reflecting and reminding myself of what i already know. Whether you choose to agree with me, it's your choice. I have no qualms if you object them.
Following this would be a parable lifted from the bible; and if you might start feeling queasy about it, it would be wise if you skip the whole section of it. Otherwise, read it with an open-mind and i hope you may be enthralled by it, as it had for me when i first read it.

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The Parable of the Sower (Luke 8:5-8,11-15)

"A sower went out to sow his seed; and as he sowed, some fell on the path and was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on the rock; and as it grew up, it withered for lack of moisture. Some fell among thorns, and the grew with it and choked it. some fell into good soil, and when it grew, it produced a hundredfold."

"Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. the ones on the path are those who have heard; then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved. The ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receives it with joy. But these have no root; they believe only for awhile and in a time of testing fall away. As for what fell among the thorns, these are the ones who hear; but as they go on their way, they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature. But as for that in the good soil, these are the ones who, when they hear the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bear fruit with patient endurance."
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