faith

i don't need to worry, i must not worry, i don't need to worry.

ms koh believes in me. HAHA RAJOO believes in me (wtf haha). Jtan wholeheartedly believes in me. Pchua believes in me. And I do think that Fahy believes too.

If they all believe that I can get As.

All that's left is for me to believe.

And I fucking hell believe that I can. :)

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

I KID YOU NOT.
OZYMANDIAS IS (I SURE HOPE I'M NOT SMOKING POT)
ON ARROGANCE TOO.
SO WHY IS CIVILIZATION THE HULLABALOO?

Ugh, Can anyone guess why I don't do conventional poetry?

Yah! But ANYWAY. I AM NOT WRONG! HURRAH! I thought that I was going to die because all the CJC Lit Greats (yes, you you and uh not you!) all talked about civilization and hubris and here I go talking about wah seh, oppression so sad and arrogance and all that sad superficial shit.

MUAHAHAHAHA.

Yah, I get pleased easily.

But after that day, flowers in Hell are a pleasant sight.

Neh neh, it's a sonnet lah! I didn't recognize it because of its weird and unconventional rhyme scheme and verse form. NO WONDER THEY ASKED ABOUT VERSE FORM.

Anyway, I did the Ozymandias ones because I had a vague impression that I did read the Ozymandias poems before and I enjoyed them so yes. I did that. :)

Hahah, you know the reference to LONDON? I went ahead and wrote, "JACK LONDON (I assume!)". Wah, I made an ass out of myself. YOU KNOW WHY? Because Jack London was born 1876. The poems were published 1818. I don't know why I talked about Jack London. I saw wolf, and went "Ah, Jack London". >_<

And I did the Brokeback Mountain, boy did I snort Annie Proulx prose piece. Enjoyed making weird connections between "WOOD/NATURE = MAUREEN ; STONE = NETTA"

Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm screwed, but I enjoyed myself.