date: Sunday, April 03, 2005 @ 7:39 pm
title: Me..
MeI will not be what,what I wanted to be.Let me be what,I want to be.And being not what others been.Be me and me being me.Let me be,be just like me.I think Literature is in my blood. Just that, I have to bring forth the reality that I actually following my parent's footsteps. Daddy's a Chinese literature pro and mum's a Chinese language pro. Me? An arts student who detests English literature until the roots.. what says me being a chip of the old block.. more like chocolate chip in cookie mug.
Saw that?!?!
my last phrase dun even rhythm lor..
The first literature lecture turned me off. Literally..
Othello.. some shakespears tragdey.
Before I even could disgust that word.. the lecturer bombarded me with all these literature term with complex pronounciation that spelling was a major barrier for me to understand what English I was scribbling on my pathetic piece of scrap paper, without arming myself with my usual stationaries..
By scribbling profusely, attacted attentions from left and right.
I felt like some secretary jotting every single word spoken..
Only after the dean switched off the orange illuminated OHP, a sense of peace clothed over my aching shoulders from all the scribbling and brushing.
I felt sooooo impotent..
I felt sooooo soft and jelly..
'So.. is Othello the fallen hero?' I whispered, hoping that my classmate could shine some enlightenment over my confused mind. 1 sec.. 2 sec.. 3 sec.. 4 sec.. 5 sec..
'Uh-huh..'
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. What an achievement for me!!!
Utterly destroyed by Literature. I was a living dead.
My breathe was mono and my steps were powerless.
I was chanting and mediating 'relinquish me' in my mind..
Stoning and rotting as I rooted myself on the bench. I was in my own world.
'I hate Lit! I hate Lit! I hate Lit!'
Broken man,I was. Devastated by my own oxymoron..
SOMEBODY!! ANYBODY!! please teach me how to luv Literature..
Tomorrow.. I'm going to face the music.
Attending Literature class is the worst form of captial punishment anyone can place me upon. I prefer dentention class where I can do whatever I love to except Literature..
Oh God!!
deliever me from all these agonies of sitting still in the air conditioned lecture theater and poised myself in proper.. Make me an agnostic of my reality truth and luv Literature!!
Poring over this novel Joshieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee gave me just yesterday - 'the five people you meet in heaven' It should be a tragdey novel.. but i was bursting out with laughter when I first read the book which made Joshieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee quite cross..
By the way.. thanks Joshieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. I got one lesser book to buy for you on your birthday!!
Oh yar.. the Pope's dead. I just found out...
