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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

i have somehow reached a sort of plateau. it's like this endless stretch of nothingness. or maybe it's just that i've sort of reached this limit and stopped absorbing anything in school. i can't wait for the term to end... though the june hols don't really sound like much of a break to me. with everyone putting pressure down on us to work hard for common tests, which incidentally happens to be right after the hols. sigh. and i think i disappointed him again. still couldn't remember the kinematics equations properly. he's really such a patient, inspiring, wonderful teacher.

hai. i spent almost the whole pw lesson yesterday reading c&k's blog. well what can i say about it. =/ it's... entertaining i suppose. and shocking that ppl my age can actually be doing stuff like that. i dunno. really makes me wonder. but afterall who am i to be commenting on what they do. hmm. i really like my pw group though. (: cos they're a bunch of really nice ppl! and we actually get work done in our once-a-week meetings on saturday mornings. heh.

Anyway it's scary to read this poem. cos hatred and unforgiveness is truly like a poison. and i'm scared of letting that poison take charge of my life. =/

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

sigh. all i want is to forgive and forget. but i'm finding it harder and harder to do so each day. yet somehow God is working in me, i can feel it. His love is fighting against my hatred. One day I will triumph over this unforgiving nature of mine.
Your love, it floods the heavens
raining down over me.


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