Sinking Submarines.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
So let me get some things straight. I remember this. And now, six months after that post, I want to tell you something. I love English Lit. I love Miss Caroline and all her mad quirks. I love how she makes us have a minute of silence every time Larkin’s name comes up in class. I love how she lectures us about life and how she reasons that love might not actually exist (oh the irony). I love her sarcasm. And I love how she takes no excuses and goes easy on nobody. I love my classmates. They form the majority of the people I hang around with in college. I love how open-minded they are, and how down-to-earth they are at the same time. I love the the huge range of our diverse interests, talents and personalities, and how we all seem to fit together seamlessly in spite of those differences. I love the sense of unity that Miss Caroline fostered in us. And of course, I love the subject itself. I love it when someone comes up with a different interpretation of a certain poem that we haven’t thought of before. I love arguing over different points of views of the poems. I love having to learn to overcome the difficulty of sounding coherent in my answers, and not like I have a bad case of verbal diarrhea. I love that “OH!” moment when I stumble upon the possible meaning of the poem, a meaning that was so beautifully encased in words, like a tiny gift wrapped entirely with spun glass or crystal or icing sugar instead of wrapping paper, so differently presented from the usual way that the reader can’t help but marvel at the poet’s very different and original way of looking at the world. I love knowing what caesuras, enjambements, spondee, trochaic and cinquain mean! But I’m not going to lie to you: I’m glad as hell that my unit 1 English Lit exam is over. PS: Sorry Shaun, next post maybe. (:
INTRODUCING
Name: Louise
13 April 1992
You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.
I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.
This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.
What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.
Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.
I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!
Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.
*GRINS* :D
Sinking Submarines.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
So let me get some things straight. I remember this. And now, six months after that post, I want to tell you something. I love English Lit. I love Miss Caroline and all her mad quirks. I love how she makes us have a minute of silence every time Larkin’s name comes up in class. I love how she lectures us about life and how she reasons that love might not actually exist (oh the irony). I love her sarcasm. And I love how she takes no excuses and goes easy on nobody. I love my classmates. They form the majority of the people I hang around with in college. I love how open-minded they are, and how down-to-earth they are at the same time. I love the the huge range of our diverse interests, talents and personalities, and how we all seem to fit together seamlessly in spite of those differences. I love the sense of unity that Miss Caroline fostered in us. And of course, I love the subject itself. I love it when someone comes up with a different interpretation of a certain poem that we haven’t thought of before. I love arguing over different points of views of the poems. I love having to learn to overcome the difficulty of sounding coherent in my answers, and not like I have a bad case of verbal diarrhea. I love that “OH!” moment when I stumble upon the possible meaning of the poem, a meaning that was so beautifully encased in words, like a tiny gift wrapped entirely with spun glass or crystal or icing sugar instead of wrapping paper, so differently presented from the usual way that the reader can’t help but marvel at the poet’s very different and original way of looking at the world. I love knowing what caesuras, enjambements, spondee, trochaic and cinquain mean! But I’m not going to lie to you: I’m glad as hell that my unit 1 English Lit exam is over. PS: Sorry Shaun, next post maybe. (:
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