Thursday 29 September 2011

school over

my eyes
keep staring
at the clock
keep staring
at the teacher
wondering...
when he stop to babbler

my hand
beginning to sweat
holding the pen
tap...tap...
tapping the table
sches..sches... 
keep scribling in the book

sitting there quietly
watching attentively
at the clock...
at the bell outside...
wondering...
when is
the school over

gloria 29/09/2011

Happy Day..

day by day
month by month
year by year
now the day has come
after waiting for one month and a half

school
you are
my home, my heaven
you give me knowledge
you give me strength
to face possibilities
and change my life

school
a place where i have a happy day
many friends
to help me a lot in my study
thank you friends
thank you my school..

(trecy - 29 September 2011)

i want!

monday morning..
he dressed in his blue...
and i
staring at him...
why is he..like that...

BYE....!!!

eh, i want to be with him...
walk with him...
hand on hand...

i want his red case..
i want his white shoes..
i want...
i want to be in that suit.......

but all i want is to be
with him
on that cold morning....

~ cath....(29/09/2011, thursday..)(0748 am)

Wednesday 7 September 2011

6/9/2011, Tuesday : The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield

TASK 1 – Are you going to continue your party when there is a death in your neighbourhood? (The house of the dead is just two doors from your house.)

If I’m in that condition, I will still continue the party. I say so not because I am a heartless person, but I have to view the condition from other angles. The invitations have been sent and the food is ready; in short, all preparations are almost complete. When the guests come, I will tell them about the death. I will make the party as just a party of thanksgiving as I am 21 already. No loud and hard music is on and the guests are asked to give their respect to the deceased also. The way they can show their respect is not only by going to the deceased’s house, but by showing good behaviour at my house also can give good impression to the neighbour in my area.
Ø  Either the deceased is a YB or a fishmonger, my respect to them is same. Only the small difference is that when a YB dies, many well-known people will come to pay their last visit and as for the fishmonger, mostly ordinary people will come.
So if there is a death during my party, I am sure the guests know how they should behave.


TASK 2 – Write Mrs Sheridan’s diary on the day of her garden party.
(4/4/1902
Dear Friend,
Today I woke up with a good feeling. We are going to have a party. Yeah! A garden party in our beautiful lawn. I am proud of the flowers and I want to show them to the guests. Everything goes on as planned, but after the cream puff man come, it nearly ruined everything. He told about the death of Mr Scott, the cart driver this morning. I feel shocked, but as usual death is an undeniable thing. It is ordinary, but my Laura takes it seriously. She comes to me and persuades me to cancel the well-planned garden party; just because of the death. She says that it is not nice to have a party while others are mourning. I cannot believe her to come up with that idea! But I don’t agree with her. It is not acceptable for me. Meg and Jose also oppose her. Preparations are almost complete and I cannot just cancel everything. So, the party goes on as planned. In the evening, she goes to Mr Scott’s home. She brings along the food scrap. I think she will feel good by doing that. But when she come home, she is crying! I am surprised. She cries in Laurie’s arm. She keeps on saying “isn’t it, isn’t it”. I don’t get what she means but I pretend to know. I feel hard to understand her now. Maybe…she has grows…