Lost In Beauty-

Sunday, May 27, 2007

michelle ong hui min is officially dead from doing assignments. xp

I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. ALOT ALOT OF WEIGHT.
OFFICIALLY STOPPED EATING CARBS AND HIGH FAT CONTENT FOODS. I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHTTTTTTT!!!

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Saturday, May 19, 2007

yoyoyo!
PHEW! it has been a busy month so far.
i managed a highly commended on my solo violin performance in the eisteddfod which i consider a big achievement for myself coz it's my first time and all. hahahaha. i was happy that i managed to show the adjudicator. hahahaha. wells, i also managed to hand in my english and science assignment on time and i got A and A+ for them respectively so i think i'm handling my school work well enough. hahhhah. so yea...
the only thing i have to think about now is the cross-country on monday at Gin Gin State High School where there are TWO STEEP HILLS to cross over. hahaha. but it's not like i want to get into the bundy team or anything. hahaha. and to do that, i'd have to come in the first 4 places which i totally won't la. i'll probably be like...one of the 3 last people in the WHOLE thing la. hahaha. gonna run again tmr. just a litte bit to get into the groove of running again. hahhaha. i wanted to run today, but my legs were just really really painful from HPE class yesterday where we had to do 100,200 and 400 sprints. and just before that, i ran 3km so you can understand why it's so super painful. hahahaha. so yea.
and OMG. I'M GNA KILL YOU DANIEL RYAN AND CAMERON RACKMAN! YOU GROSS FREAKS. TRYIN TO FREAK ME OUT IN HISTORY CLASS!!!!!! coz in history, we were watching this video. and halfway through, THAT STUPID IDIOT PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME COZ THAT GAY PARTNER OF HIS TOLD HIM TO. and i seriously SCREAMED la. i was so grossed out man. hahahahahaha.
anws, i'd betta go now. i've decided not to eat alot of bread from now on. coz rite...
i need to lose weight.

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Sunday, May 06, 2007

hey all! this month is seriously B-U-S-Y. hahaha. you'll probably find only like...5 posts in the archive for this month la. seriously. this is the list of things that i have to do.

1. train for cross country
2.lose weight (this is kinda...my own option but i still consider it quite important. haha.)
3. keep up with school work. (after you read the rest of this list, you'll see that it's gna be hard.)
4. friday, 11th May. playing in eisteddford for piano in the morning at the playhouse theatre
5. saturday, 12th May. scholarship exam at 8.45pm at school. finish at 12.
6. saturday, 12th May. playing in eisteddford for piano in the evening at the playhouse theatre.
7. monday, 14th May. rehersals for senior orchestra and senior strings in the morning.
8. monday, 14th May. leave class at 12.15pm to eat lunch. go to civic centre to perform in eisteddford for orchestra AND strings.
9. wednesday, 16th May. playing in eisteddford for violin the evening at the playhouse theatre.
10. thursday, 17th May. playing in eisteddford for small strings in the evening at the playhouse theatre.
11. monday, 21st May. running cross-country at the BDSSS interschool cross-country meet at gin gin. leave school after lunch. back at 5.30pm.

i am dead :/

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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

WILFRED OWEN
DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we crused through the sludge,
Till on the haunting lfares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys! -- An ectasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in a fire or lime. --
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
he plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

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