for anyone interested,
I'm offcially starting up a poetry blog - soulpouring :)
see you there :)
Icthus
Sunday 16 May 2010
Wednesday 12 May 2010
french oral :P
I had my french oral exam todayy!!
It was a rather nervewrecking experience, but in the end it went really well:D
And now I can't stop speaking french; when I'm in conversations with people, I keep throwing out ze occasional french words, and when I'm on my own I'm jsut speaking to myself in French!!
What a fun world zis is:D
J'ai dit a ma prof (pendant l'examen) que les mauvaises emissions sur la tele ne font qu'encourager l'immoralite et deverser de l'argent dans las poches du gouvernement :D
*honhehon* :)
(btw, sorry about the lack of accents - I'm not sure how to get them on this bloggg:P)
Alors, j'ai dit aussi que mon pere a decide de me couter de l'argent quand je ne range pas ma chambre; a mon avis ce n'est pas juste, puisque je suis la seule personne qui habite dans cette chambre, et ca m'est egale!!
Rightyho, off I go:)
Enjoy:)
Icthus
It was a rather nervewrecking experience, but in the end it went really well:D
And now I can't stop speaking french; when I'm in conversations with people, I keep throwing out ze occasional french words, and when I'm on my own I'm jsut speaking to myself in French!!
What a fun world zis is:D
J'ai dit a ma prof (pendant l'examen) que les mauvaises emissions sur la tele ne font qu'encourager l'immoralite et deverser de l'argent dans las poches du gouvernement :D
*honhehon* :)
(btw, sorry about the lack of accents - I'm not sure how to get them on this bloggg:P)
Alors, j'ai dit aussi que mon pere a decide de me couter de l'argent quand je ne range pas ma chambre; a mon avis ce n'est pas juste, puisque je suis la seule personne qui habite dans cette chambre, et ca m'est egale!!
Rightyho, off I go:)
Enjoy:)
Icthus
ode to a beautiful man :)
He is beautiful. Each line of his
etched face has been carved by my fingers;
I feel him now; soft and warm beneath
my skin. Deep in concentration, the
creases upon his forhead, and the hands
in rapid motion; writing, writing. His hands
move through his hair, and the sigh of a weary
day flows from his aching neck, his back, his
shoulders. He rubs his eyes with the balls of his
hands, and his exhaustion lets his wandering gaze
fall upon me. He is beautiful.
etched face has been carved by my fingers;
I feel him now; soft and warm beneath
my skin. Deep in concentration, the
creases upon his forhead, and the hands
in rapid motion; writing, writing. His hands
move through his hair, and the sigh of a weary
day flows from his aching neck, his back, his
shoulders. He rubs his eyes with the balls of his
hands, and his exhaustion lets his wandering gaze
fall upon me. He is beautiful.
Friday 26 March 2010
Thursday 25 March 2010
Autchwitz poem
through the streets the
children march. No laughter
tumbles from their lips. Deep-
wrought lines on broken faces;
no triumphant cry of war.
Only this last walk - this charge,
the final effort; all weakness
abandoned - thrown aside for
this one last charge.
facing the enemy eye to eye, nose
to nose they stand. Broken bodies
stand in order, each shot down
but standing tall.
Bodies rifled - no, not they. One
brave last stand has worked
up - forced - a dent, only small,
but a dent nonetheless, in the
gleaming armour of the enemy.
a dent; just a scratch of respect, for
these brother soldiers, standing tall.
Each shot down, but standing so tall.
Icthus
children march. No laughter
tumbles from their lips. Deep-
wrought lines on broken faces;
no triumphant cry of war.
Only this last walk - this charge,
the final effort; all weakness
abandoned - thrown aside for
this one last charge.
facing the enemy eye to eye, nose
to nose they stand. Broken bodies
stand in order, each shot down
but standing tall.
Bodies rifled - no, not they. One
brave last stand has worked
up - forced - a dent, only small,
but a dent nonetheless, in the
gleaming armour of the enemy.
a dent; just a scratch of respect, for
these brother soldiers, standing tall.
Each shot down, but standing so tall.
Icthus
Wednesday 24 March 2010
Trip to Autchwitz
well, back from the trip to Autchwitz yesterday...thought you'd all like an account... :)
woke up at 4:00am, and left about 4:45am to get to the airport :O quite a jolt to the senses I have to say!
when we got off the plane and onto the coach, we went to a synagogue near the camps, and a rabbi showed us the synagogue itself, and read us a verse form the scroll containing the first 5 books of the Bible using the melody Jews are taught to use to read the Torah; it sounded so haunting and beautiful.
We then went to Autchwitz 1; Monowitz, which has been converted into a museum. We had a Polish guide, who was so matter of fact; I might in a way have preferred her to use more storytelling dialogue or something, to make me feel more part of the history. But when I think about it, perhaps that would have taken away from the sense of reality.
If I'm totally honest, I felt quite a bit less affected than anyone had predicted for me, or even that I had predicted for myself. When I think about it now, I believe that's because we weren't seeing the events themselves...
One of the only bits that actually really affected me was the huge display case of human hair that they had cut from women victims. They have actually decided now to leave the hair to break down naturally, instead of continuing to preserve it, so it all looks very similar, and almost like sheep wool, but there was one blonde ringlet, and I could see in my mind a little girl with curling blonde hair, robbed of life by the Nazis.
The other thing that really got me was a display cabinet of baby clothes and shoes. They were so tiny. I suppose you can imagine that adults could at least understand a little, or be clearer about what was going on, but to think of innocent children; two or three years old even, watching their parents die in front of them, and being led to death like lambs to the slaughter almost, is disgusting.
We moved on to Autchwitz 2; Birkenau, which is simply being preserved to look around. We walked through a few rooms, and saw the last ever preserved gas chamber. There's nothing in it now, since the Nazis used it for munitions storage later on (that's why it wasn't destroyed), but we could see the holes where the poisonous gas had been dropped down into the blocked off room. It made me feel wretched and sick, and I prayed for the people to have had at least quick passings.
The most tragic thing of all for me was that these people did not all even have a peaceful afterlife in Heaven. Those who carried on hardening their hearts against God never truly experienced real peace, and that is what causes my heart to rip into pieces.
We had a memorial service last thing, when dusk was falling. The Rabbi had chosen psalm 23 to read aloud, and some people read poems or extracts of survivors accounts. Then the Rabbi read in Hebrew (with the melody) a prayer for peace for the people affected by the Holocaust.
We all recieved candles, and we put them where we thought was best. I put mine with several others around some flowers our trip had put up as a memorial, but as we walked back in the growing darkness, people began to put their candles down by the railway track that had carted dead bodies to be burned, or frightened people on their way to the gas chambers.
What I thought the most most powerful of all was that there was a closed, sealed cart that had really been used to convey prisoners to the camp, which has been preserved over the years in a different country. And people took their burning candles, and put them around on this wagon; on the wheels and the sides, and looking back, I let myself stand there for a moment and watch the glowing candles shining softly on this weapon of murder. And I thought to myself; this is how we should repond; not with riots, shouting, screaming malice, but with soft, glowing, quiet signs of our respect, and our willingness to understand that we cannot understand, but our small, insignificant way of showing that we love these broken, emaciated, shattered people.
Icthus
He will be with us forever. "And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, 'Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." --Revelation 21:3-4
woke up at 4:00am, and left about 4:45am to get to the airport :O quite a jolt to the senses I have to say!
when we got off the plane and onto the coach, we went to a synagogue near the camps, and a rabbi showed us the synagogue itself, and read us a verse form the scroll containing the first 5 books of the Bible using the melody Jews are taught to use to read the Torah; it sounded so haunting and beautiful.
We then went to Autchwitz 1; Monowitz, which has been converted into a museum. We had a Polish guide, who was so matter of fact; I might in a way have preferred her to use more storytelling dialogue or something, to make me feel more part of the history. But when I think about it, perhaps that would have taken away from the sense of reality.
If I'm totally honest, I felt quite a bit less affected than anyone had predicted for me, or even that I had predicted for myself. When I think about it now, I believe that's because we weren't seeing the events themselves...
One of the only bits that actually really affected me was the huge display case of human hair that they had cut from women victims. They have actually decided now to leave the hair to break down naturally, instead of continuing to preserve it, so it all looks very similar, and almost like sheep wool, but there was one blonde ringlet, and I could see in my mind a little girl with curling blonde hair, robbed of life by the Nazis.
The other thing that really got me was a display cabinet of baby clothes and shoes. They were so tiny. I suppose you can imagine that adults could at least understand a little, or be clearer about what was going on, but to think of innocent children; two or three years old even, watching their parents die in front of them, and being led to death like lambs to the slaughter almost, is disgusting.
We moved on to Autchwitz 2; Birkenau, which is simply being preserved to look around. We walked through a few rooms, and saw the last ever preserved gas chamber. There's nothing in it now, since the Nazis used it for munitions storage later on (that's why it wasn't destroyed), but we could see the holes where the poisonous gas had been dropped down into the blocked off room. It made me feel wretched and sick, and I prayed for the people to have had at least quick passings.
The most tragic thing of all for me was that these people did not all even have a peaceful afterlife in Heaven. Those who carried on hardening their hearts against God never truly experienced real peace, and that is what causes my heart to rip into pieces.
We had a memorial service last thing, when dusk was falling. The Rabbi had chosen psalm 23 to read aloud, and some people read poems or extracts of survivors accounts. Then the Rabbi read in Hebrew (with the melody) a prayer for peace for the people affected by the Holocaust.
We all recieved candles, and we put them where we thought was best. I put mine with several others around some flowers our trip had put up as a memorial, but as we walked back in the growing darkness, people began to put their candles down by the railway track that had carted dead bodies to be burned, or frightened people on their way to the gas chambers.
What I thought the most most powerful of all was that there was a closed, sealed cart that had really been used to convey prisoners to the camp, which has been preserved over the years in a different country. And people took their burning candles, and put them around on this wagon; on the wheels and the sides, and looking back, I let myself stand there for a moment and watch the glowing candles shining softly on this weapon of murder. And I thought to myself; this is how we should repond; not with riots, shouting, screaming malice, but with soft, glowing, quiet signs of our respect, and our willingness to understand that we cannot understand, but our small, insignificant way of showing that we love these broken, emaciated, shattered people.
Icthus
He will be with us forever. "And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, 'Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." --Revelation 21:3-4
Monday 15 March 2010
poem
An empty thought caresses
the cloudless sky, breaking the stillness
and crossing the path to where cries
are unfelt, and memories unseen.
Purple clouds form on a grey horizon, and
blackness coats the resting earth.
Silently, silently, falling upon the darkened strip
of wilderness. Peaks of mountains pierce the
threatening sky and the heavens shed tears for the lost
soul who wanders the ground below.
Icthus
the cloudless sky, breaking the stillness
and crossing the path to where cries
are unfelt, and memories unseen.
Purple clouds form on a grey horizon, and
blackness coats the resting earth.
Silently, silently, falling upon the darkened strip
of wilderness. Peaks of mountains pierce the
threatening sky and the heavens shed tears for the lost
soul who wanders the ground below.
Icthus
Wednesday 10 March 2010
parliament
pounding fists upon the wooden bench;
furious shouts across the stampede of
argument. Eyes glitter with rage, and faces
redden with exertion. Pockets feel emptier than
this time last month; ideas for rolling coins keep
heads up and mouths open. listless eyes, glazed
from years of feeding, peer from beneath the
ludicrous pile of white straggles, and careless mouths
part to spill out the meaningless dribble of reason.
bulging stomachs pour from the tightened pinstriped
waistline as all rise for the lord of this house of lunacy.
And what is this place; this filthied den of deceit and greed?
why, the House of the Justice of the Peace, of course.
Icthus
furious shouts across the stampede of
argument. Eyes glitter with rage, and faces
redden with exertion. Pockets feel emptier than
this time last month; ideas for rolling coins keep
heads up and mouths open. listless eyes, glazed
from years of feeding, peer from beneath the
ludicrous pile of white straggles, and careless mouths
part to spill out the meaningless dribble of reason.
bulging stomachs pour from the tightened pinstriped
waistline as all rise for the lord of this house of lunacy.
And what is this place; this filthied den of deceit and greed?
why, the House of the Justice of the Peace, of course.
Icthus
Friday 5 March 2010
Spring at last!
Today I just had the overwhelming surge of joy for fresh air and a new season!
everyone is catching on with the fever; people smiling more readily, and music playing in the social area; I always forget just how lovely this time of year is:)
I feel so much more friendly with everybody, and just want to be with people and talktalktalk:D
God definately invented this season for fresh hopes and love!
the only downer is...melody contest night. tonight. help!
well, I suppose there's nothing I can really do about it, so I'll just pray like crazy that all the other players aren't desperately competitive!
However, it is the week-end, and tomorrow I'm going with Bethany and 5-year-old Danielle to see the princess and the frog... apparently it's the first Disney film with an "African American" heroine! Well, anyway, it should be good - Disney has always to be a favourite:D
Alors, bon week-end all!
Icthus
“Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies." ----- Erich Fromm
everyone is catching on with the fever; people smiling more readily, and music playing in the social area; I always forget just how lovely this time of year is:)
I feel so much more friendly with everybody, and just want to be with people and talktalktalk:D
God definately invented this season for fresh hopes and love!
the only downer is...melody contest night. tonight. help!
well, I suppose there's nothing I can really do about it, so I'll just pray like crazy that all the other players aren't desperately competitive!
However, it is the week-end, and tomorrow I'm going with Bethany and 5-year-old Danielle to see the princess and the frog... apparently it's the first Disney film with an "African American" heroine! Well, anyway, it should be good - Disney has always to be a favourite:D
Alors, bon week-end all!
Icthus
“Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies." ----- Erich Fromm
Thursday 4 March 2010
creation
watching the molten sun rise
to the great trees, where the soft
breeze blows on a calm wave. Overseeing
the creation of a masterpiece in action.
breathing in the firm scents of pine,
cut grass and glowing woodsmoke.
Breathing in deeply.
to the great trees, where the soft
breeze blows on a calm wave. Overseeing
the creation of a masterpiece in action.
breathing in the firm scents of pine,
cut grass and glowing woodsmoke.
Breathing in deeply.
Monday 1 March 2010
only 37...
more A4 pages of poems to copy up...not that I calculated:P
that's not the no. of poems, though, because more than one can fit on a page usuallly... :)
well...that's all I really have to say...just thought you'd all be interested:D
Oh, and I'm teaching my first French lesson to Lizzie to day! So EXCITED:D
Icthus
x
that's not the no. of poems, though, because more than one can fit on a page usuallly... :)
well...that's all I really have to say...just thought you'd all be interested:D
Oh, and I'm teaching my first French lesson to Lizzie to day! So EXCITED:D
Icthus
x
Thursday 25 February 2010
Anne
The wind whispers down to the
frozen lake, where swans arch
their graceful necks, snowy white.
The wind whispers into the candlelit
place, where the kiss presses down upon
the skin below the jaw, smooth and warm.
The wind whispers through the busy
streets, along the hurrying, restless, straining
necks. The wind, the wind, it whispers, it
whispers, up to the wooden block, up past
the simple bodice, and down, down,
down upon the pale, clear neck.
frozen lake, where swans arch
their graceful necks, snowy white.
The wind whispers into the candlelit
place, where the kiss presses down upon
the skin below the jaw, smooth and warm.
The wind whispers through the busy
streets, along the hurrying, restless, straining
necks. The wind, the wind, it whispers, it
whispers, up to the wooden block, up past
the simple bodice, and down, down,
down upon the pale, clear neck.
Tuesday 23 February 2010
for Anne, much love, Henry, His Majesty, the King
mornings will come,
daybreaks will shine through,
in this darkness of your home your
life will burst into flames of joy. I swear it.
on every life at my disposal,
I offer you my word,
watching, praying, hoping for the
day when a heart will whisper once again
to your neck that the world is alright.
I'm calling away; booking a leave,
for a month, for a year, possibly a lifetime.
But we will, we must and shall meet again, on
the peak of the hill where the orange tree grows
and in the harbour of life there waits a white ship;
growing, expanding and waiting for us, just the two of us.
I know where your heart lies, my cages of rushing
wind encase the dreams for a lifetime. but understand, understand,
please understand that for now,
I,
Must,
Leave.
daybreaks will shine through,
in this darkness of your home your
life will burst into flames of joy. I swear it.
on every life at my disposal,
I offer you my word,
watching, praying, hoping for the
day when a heart will whisper once again
to your neck that the world is alright.
I'm calling away; booking a leave,
for a month, for a year, possibly a lifetime.
But we will, we must and shall meet again, on
the peak of the hill where the orange tree grows
and in the harbour of life there waits a white ship;
growing, expanding and waiting for us, just the two of us.
I know where your heart lies, my cages of rushing
wind encase the dreams for a lifetime. but understand, understand,
please understand that for now,
I,
Must,
Leave.
Wednesday 20 January 2010
poem
A new poem...
A heart strains at the entangling
cord which binds it to the source.
A splutter of a heart.beat. breaks through the
morning into worlds of new light. This
chain rattles and clanks in the dark surroundings
of the dungeon, and the orange earth fills
the cage with hate.
Icthus
A heart strains at the entangling
cord which binds it to the source.
A splutter of a heart.beat. breaks through the
morning into worlds of new light. This
chain rattles and clanks in the dark surroundings
of the dungeon, and the orange earth fills
the cage with hate.
Icthus
Sunday 17 January 2010
Anna Grazinsky
'The bleakness in his eyes, contrasting with the light voice, was too mch for Anna, who buried her face in the horse's neck.'
Have you ever wondered if behind someone's cheerful facade there lies a deep pool of sorrow and pain?
I dread to think of all the people I have joked and laughed with, without realising how hurt they were inside.
I think my prayer should be that I would be able to see though God's eyes the people God needs me to love, and that God would let his love flow through me to the world around me.
Icthus
'This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.' --1 John 3:16
Saturday 16 January 2010
So, I have just found the most amazing artist...Jena Lee!
My french teacher introduced her song 'J'aimerais Tellement' to me, and I couldn't stop listening to it!
That song is no.2 in France at the moment, and I love it:)
Then I looked on Youtube and found another song called 'Je me perds' by Jena Lee, and now I just can't decide which one I love most!
The videos are so good too; really meaningful and cool:)
Please, anyone, watch these two videos if you watch anything:)
Je vous tout tenter
Je manque d'espace je veux tout changer
Bousculer ma vie pour mieux respirer
faire sortir ma rage
je me perds, je me perds, je me perds, je me blesse
Je veux tout tenter
Je manque d'air pur je veux tout changer
Bousculer mon coeur pour le faire parler
Liberer mes sons
Je me perds, je me perds, je me perds, je me blesse
Icthus
John 3:16
My french teacher introduced her song 'J'aimerais Tellement' to me, and I couldn't stop listening to it!
That song is no.2 in France at the moment, and I love it:)
Then I looked on Youtube and found another song called 'Je me perds' by Jena Lee, and now I just can't decide which one I love most!
The videos are so good too; really meaningful and cool:)
Please, anyone, watch these two videos if you watch anything:)
Je vous tout tenter
Je manque d'espace je veux tout changer
Bousculer ma vie pour mieux respirer
faire sortir ma rage
je me perds, je me perds, je me perds, je me blesse
Je veux tout tenter
Je manque d'air pur je veux tout changer
Bousculer mon coeur pour le faire parler
Liberer mes sons
Je me perds, je me perds, je me perds, je me blesse
Icthus
John 3:16
Tuesday 12 January 2010
a poem
Remembering the time of our youths,
once lost, now golden forever. Soft
like the rain that strokes the gentle land
in streams of love and gratitude.
Watching the wisps of powdererd age
grow weary and slow with wondering.
Searching eyes of mystery flow through
the memories of years to come, and wash the
stained horizon of our youths.
I just had a sudden poetry hairball, and since my fingers were already hovering above the keys, I had to let it come out onto this page:)
Well, now it's here, I wonder what you think?
Icthus
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. --Psalm 4 verse 8
once lost, now golden forever. Soft
like the rain that strokes the gentle land
in streams of love and gratitude.
Watching the wisps of powdererd age
grow weary and slow with wondering.
Searching eyes of mystery flow through
the memories of years to come, and wash the
stained horizon of our youths.
I just had a sudden poetry hairball, and since my fingers were already hovering above the keys, I had to let it come out onto this page:)
Well, now it's here, I wonder what you think?
Icthus
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. --Psalm 4 verse 8
Thursday 7 January 2010
En Français
J'ai pensé que serait très interessant ecrire 'un blog' :) en français...
au jourd'oui, je suis allée à l'école (naturellement!), et j'ai BEAUCOUP travaillé!!!
j'espère que mon amie Caroline va être à l'école demain, parce-qu'elle est très amusante, et je crois que c'est vraiment important rire quand il fait mal, mais quand on doit aller à l'école:)
ce soir, je vais rendre visite chez mes grandparents ( comme d'habitude ), et je vais me défouler; je vais: manger un dîner fantastique, être avec ma famille, lire le magazine qui s'appelle 'The Week' pour m'informer, et regarder les informations:)
Alors...au revoir mes copains:)
Icthus
'Car Dieu a tant aimé le monde qu 'il a donné son Fils unique, afin que quiconque croit en lui ne périsse point, mais qu'il ait la vie éternelle.' Jean 3:16
au jourd'oui, je suis allée à l'école (naturellement!), et j'ai BEAUCOUP travaillé!!!
j'espère que mon amie Caroline va être à l'école demain, parce-qu'elle est très amusante, et je crois que c'est vraiment important rire quand il fait mal, mais quand on doit aller à l'école:)
ce soir, je vais rendre visite chez mes grandparents ( comme d'habitude ), et je vais me défouler; je vais: manger un dîner fantastique, être avec ma famille, lire le magazine qui s'appelle 'The Week' pour m'informer, et regarder les informations:)
Alors...au revoir mes copains:)
Icthus
'Car Dieu a tant aimé le monde qu 'il a donné son Fils unique, afin que quiconque croit en lui ne périsse point, mais qu'il ait la vie éternelle.' Jean 3:16
Soft Flakes of Icing
Well, snow adorns the school like a layer of icing; stodgy, thick and sweet (like the icing from Greggs:)
All this soft white snow is so beautiful; God is an amazing creator!
It makes me want to jump, skip and play, but also to just stop and take all the beauty in...
I wrote another poem today, but since my resolution is to fill my new poetry notebook with my old poems first (in the ruined notebook) - which I haven't actually got round to doing yet - I had to write it in my other old poetry notebook (the one that's not ruined, but had had so many pages out of it that I need a new one!)...
*whew* that was a long and confused sentence!!
Well, better go and do some chemistry revision (my sole occupation at the moment it would seem:P)...
Icthus
'For the Lord gives wisdom;
from his mouth come knowledge
and understanding...' ---Proverbs chapter one verse 6
All this soft white snow is so beautiful; God is an amazing creator!
It makes me want to jump, skip and play, but also to just stop and take all the beauty in...
I wrote another poem today, but since my resolution is to fill my new poetry notebook with my old poems first (in the ruined notebook) - which I haven't actually got round to doing yet - I had to write it in my other old poetry notebook (the one that's not ruined, but had had so many pages out of it that I need a new one!)...
*whew* that was a long and confused sentence!!
Well, better go and do some chemistry revision (my sole occupation at the moment it would seem:P)...
Icthus
'For the Lord gives wisdom;
from his mouth come knowledge
and understanding...' ---Proverbs chapter one verse 6
Monday 4 January 2010
Russian History is...
fascinating:)
the only problem is that I seem to find it easier to remember little unnecessary facts like who assassinated the person I'm supposed to remember the deeds of!!
as Sherlock Holmes said:
“Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition in knowledge you forget something that you knew before.”
I think that happened to me a long time ago!
Icthus
'Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful.' ---Proverbs, 14. 13
the only problem is that I seem to find it easier to remember little unnecessary facts like who assassinated the person I'm supposed to remember the deeds of!!
as Sherlock Holmes said:
“Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition in knowledge you forget something that you knew before.”
I think that happened to me a long time ago!
Icthus
'Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful.' ---Proverbs, 14. 13
Sunday 3 January 2010
Rightho
The new year. 2010. Here it is.
To be honest, I don't feel too different - maybe because I celebrated the turning of the new year at home; in my cozy bed; asleep:)
My two main resolutions (just in case you have an unquenchable desire to know...) are:
* wake up five minutes earlier to have longer to pray after my quiet time in the morning:)
* and to fill my new poetry notebook...
the second will most probably happen in about three or four months, but I think the first is quite a challenge of my self discipline, but we shall see...:)
I wrote the two weirdest poems ever yesterday...or maybe the day before...
one was about the concept of a person being like a machine, and the other was about longing to live on a farm as opposed to in a city with an office job...extremely strange, but hey - I learned something about myself, so why complain? :)
going back to school is such a dreaded experience...routine, early mornings, exams, people...but I am determined to give myself more of a break by being more efficient. My self discipline routine begins tomorrow!
But tonight I'm going to have a bath, which is very rare (not that I don't wash - I just shower!) whilst reading the Invasion of the Rhineland, then get into bed and read Pride and Prejudice:) I'm glad my English work is to read an old friend book, but I really, really, really, unutterably, desperately hope my lovely English teacher and class don't take away the chracters I know and replace them with deep, intricate, misunderstood and sinister characters...if anyone starts to talk about Mr Darcy's deep untold story, or Elizabeth's mysterious backgound or tone of speech, I think I'll either cry or walk out and hit a dustbin. Very hard.
Well, that was slightly dramatic, but I definately will NOT be a happy chappy!
*cough* Well, on that note, I'll leave all those fellow students to anticipate the new year at school as they naturally do...
'At school I never minded the lessons. I just resented having to work terribly hard at playing' - John Mortimer
Icthus
Many have fallen by edge of the sword: but not so many as have fallen by the tongue.' - Ecclesiasticus chapter 28 verse 18
To be honest, I don't feel too different - maybe because I celebrated the turning of the new year at home; in my cozy bed; asleep:)
My two main resolutions (just in case you have an unquenchable desire to know...) are:
* wake up five minutes earlier to have longer to pray after my quiet time in the morning:)
* and to fill my new poetry notebook...
the second will most probably happen in about three or four months, but I think the first is quite a challenge of my self discipline, but we shall see...:)
I wrote the two weirdest poems ever yesterday...or maybe the day before...
one was about the concept of a person being like a machine, and the other was about longing to live on a farm as opposed to in a city with an office job...extremely strange, but hey - I learned something about myself, so why complain? :)
going back to school is such a dreaded experience...routine, early mornings, exams, people...but I am determined to give myself more of a break by being more efficient. My self discipline routine begins tomorrow!
But tonight I'm going to have a bath, which is very rare (not that I don't wash - I just shower!) whilst reading the Invasion of the Rhineland, then get into bed and read Pride and Prejudice:) I'm glad my English work is to read an old friend book, but I really, really, really, unutterably, desperately hope my lovely English teacher and class don't take away the chracters I know and replace them with deep, intricate, misunderstood and sinister characters...if anyone starts to talk about Mr Darcy's deep untold story, or Elizabeth's mysterious backgound or tone of speech, I think I'll either cry or walk out and hit a dustbin. Very hard.
Well, that was slightly dramatic, but I definately will NOT be a happy chappy!
*cough* Well, on that note, I'll leave all those fellow students to anticipate the new year at school as they naturally do...
'At school I never minded the lessons. I just resented having to work terribly hard at playing' - John Mortimer
Icthus
Many have fallen by edge of the sword: but not so many as have fallen by the tongue.' - Ecclesiasticus chapter 28 verse 18
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