Natalie Joy

we’d dance under cotton candy and scatter white dandy sparks into the blue blue breeze

i’d forget and you’d remember for me

what is it that i do for you i wonder

change

i feel i need change, from inside

out.

i can’t change them, i have to change

me. changing

me. dear rachel, who are

you?

what is it that you’re doing

wrong?

wrong wrong wrong wrong is it

really wrong?

right right right

right what is the definition

of right

a host of golden daffodils.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Father, send me the golden daffodils.

(:

and more poems that comfort me.

photofun!

I personally think the class photoboard is really ugly and unglam. But adriel loves it, and no one has said anything bad about it so far so I shall not comment further about how I feel.

Sharyn sent me some photos of me last year around March. I looked pretty happy. You can just tell when some one’s happy, and when some one isn’t really. I remember being happy. But I don’t remember how to bring that back.

I need to enrich my vocabulary!! I shall learn 3 new words today!

Connivance: knowledge of the law; and tacit encouragement or assent (without participation) to wrongdoing by another.

samuel’s cheemest word: Ursprache:   A language that is the recorded or hypothetical ancestor of another language or group of languages.

” I had lost him. He might have been speaking Ursprache, for all that I understood. — Will Self, My Idea of Fun”

Phantasmagoric:  a shifting series of phantasms, illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a dream or as created by the imagination.

i think i will only bother to remember connivence because its remotely relevent.

Joe Fox

You Got Mail is probably one of the most romantic, romantic comedies I’ve ever seen! (:

I really wanna watch it now, but i have chem project meeting at 11pm. My wonderful idea. And i’m tired!!! Haha. I’m transferring pretty songs into my phone even though I lost my headphones. I’m hoping that my darling Andrea will lend me hers cuz she changed phone ((: teehee!

I’ve been feeling unsure of myself alot lately, but i’m thankful they’re able to be translated into happy jumpy rachel! Yay rachel!<3 Yay Jesus! I remember how we were so enthused the year before last when the sc cell was trying to come up with a blog url. whoo i love ” i say Jesus”.blogspot.com!! ah but that’s just randomness!

Ho Min Foong (is that how you spell her name?) the genius behind Sing to the Dawn, and the Clay Marble came to give a talk and share about her writing and why she writes. It was inspiring and entertaining really, i have NO IDEA why those fools were like falling asleep. All the VS boys luh. Hahaha. She kept me wide eyed throughout, sharing about the Cambodian refugees at the Thai-Cambodian Border, how she became fluent in 4 languages (Thai, Cantonese, Chinese and English) and the position language holds in her heart. lala<3

Jumpy lumpy rachel-lley.

As Poems Go
Charles Bukowski

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you’ve created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.

Howaday bangs

Enough messin’ around online for photos for this webpage. The green original was really ugly, and i’m not really in the mood for the free spiritedness of fresh yellow. Haha. I feel more, deep, sophisticated pink which whispers and beckons.

Ooh sexyy!(:

i’ve forgotten how to blog

I have forgotten how to connect with people. I think and whisper 10000 things to myself in some corner of my mind, but when it comes to saying it out, I either go mute, or the tone’s all condescending, or its totally pishpishrubbish. Rachel!! WHAT HAPPENED?! then again i’m the Queen of Offence and Insensitivity inc. Gee. I can never talk about nothing, if I do, i’m the only one who finds it funny. that’s like super tragic.

I think along with blogging, I have lost my ability to laugh at myself.

God help me.

We received a project for Biology today, its the most challenging project I’ve come across so far!- in terms of research, concept and presentation. Propose the perfect human being, gaining inspiration from animal systems, doing a press release and preparing a presentation to the “UN” with strong evidence of the need of the proposed trait.

I personally think our human body is perfect the way it is. I can absolutely see why God gave us what we have, in fact I think we’re fearfully and wonderfully made! We’re self-healing, self-maintaining, maintaining homeostasis entirely on our own, and our amazing ability of adaptation, and how we are made of so many parts coming together, fitting and functioning perfectly harmoniously most of the time.

My biology teacher mentioned that the fact that organ transplant’s many restrictions is a flaw of the human body, that it does not readily accept organs from anyone. I was thinking about the Graft’s vs Host disease when she said that, an apparently very painful thing when the transplanted bone marrow starts attacking the ‘host’ body. I told Amanda that if it were so easy to get a transplant, then it would just give people an added reason to commit crime, lol, and we’d all take our bodies for granted. I don’t know, a flimsy argument perhaps, but yeah. I think there’s a reason for everything that God does for us.

Okay I should really go bathe now.

Sniffles.

Labyrinthine

‘Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.’

– Hamlet