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Monday, March 24, 2008
okay. so the next Big Project. out of many other half-baked Big Projects which turned out to be not quite so big afterall considering the half-doneness of them all. but anyways. have been spurred in recent times to well say, find out more. to find out exactly what it is that i hoohah about sometimes. and so, i got myself this book. figured might as well start at where i am. which is, not much of a place i guess. its more like a hovering in between. which kinda sucks.. a little. knowing that in some ways that means that youre a fence-sitter. or i guess you could say that in being one of those so-called fence-sitters youre actually being more honest than either side in what you believe etc. but it is rather convenient, isnt it? to... simply sit. because we just dont know. or do we? anyhooow, i think its high time i poked around abit since my behinds getting rather sore from this balancing act here. sooo.. for every for religion book i get ill get an against one. and vice versa. cool. and somebody please pinch/slap/do something to me if i start favouring one side in this book-buying spree. btw, how come a hardcover and a non-hardcover book can cost the same arh? anyways. not that this thingthing was completely randomfied i suddenly feel like doing this kinda thing.. last night i tried to read The Book. tried. which mean to say, was more successful than on previous attempts where i fell asleep. a random flipping took me to this:
You Pharisees are in for trouble!
repeated like a gazillion times in Luke 11:37-54 which nearly made me laugh out loud, it was so funny. but never mind that was from some youth edition some well-meaning relative gave so hmm maybe language a bit farnee. but a quick check with the TEV gives How terrible for you Pharisees! which, while better, doesnt help much. but no. i think im reading all this in the wrong way.. it should be about the message/idea and not the language right.. or something like that at least.. in v for vendetta apparently ideas are more important than words. but then without words ideas can never be fully formed, no? *starts to flounder in the deeper end* so i figure if first-hand doesnt work i need second hand stuff to sift it out a little, water it down summat.. else my eyebrow muscles will get as much excercise as this guys. so well here i am.
anywaysies. not quite sure of what to make of tomorrow's 830 lesson. sometimes going for lessons is like drawing a wild card. you really, really dont know what its gonna be like. just when you decide you think you know how its gonna go, these wonderful students somehow manage to turn those preconcieved ideas on their heads leaving you with a rather vague lost "uhh.. okay.." like today like the reason why im bouncing around a little was because she and i, we were having so much fun! and then the mother was like kancheonging, asking to like go through all the stuffs that she needs to practise and stuff can practise on her own but then we were havin so much fun :( ah well. i know that girl tmr, she doesnt like to do things out of her comfort zone.. ie. test times tables, learn cheemer new words, do science papers, basically all the things that she needs to do to improve lah. haiyars. oh wells. but when shes good shes good lah. (is reminded of a realleh realleh farnee song mg choir is singing for syf this year) and tmr's that other boy who can just talk right over you about computer games and lame (but funny) stuff. his lessons can get quite hilarious, really. when youre not too busy getting annoyed and exasperated and stuff. he keeps like playing with the chair and falling down sometimes and then there was once he like dropped the chair on his foot. like, o.m.g. its like watching a comic strip sometimes. hahaha and oh, he was telling me about road safety park (which i didnt get to visit in p5 cos i was sick) where he got other people booked by suddenly appearing at the zebra crossing and then the drivers went and did something wrong. andand he took some shortcut by jumping from the grassless areas around the trees because youre not supposed to step on the huge grass patches and supposed to make a huge detour.. then people started copying him and they got booked too which, by the that time, he was far far away. andand he gave one of his friends this bottle of coke with mentos in it.. and i suppose we all know what happened after that.. so oh wells, wonder whats gonna happen tmr.
11:41 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
