70th : death.

THERE’S been a death in the opposite house
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have alway.
The neighbors rustle in and out,	5
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;
Somebody flings a mattress out,—
The children hurry by;	10
They wonder if It died on that,—
I used to when a boy.
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,	15
And little boys besides;
And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There ’ll be that dark parade	20
Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It ’s easy as a sign,—
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.

by: Emily Dickinson.

p/s: need to learn to react with condolence towards this kind of news. 

am i cruel to give respond like i am feelingless? 

68th : stupidity.

stupidity; when you asked someone who cannot decide but yell to you after decision made

stupidity; when you do things right and nobody's there to support you

stupidity; when you do listen to everyone, yet nobody ever listens to you

stupidity; when you sacrifice  your priceless time with nothing benefits you physically

stupidity; to get tired by silly negative thoughts of moron fella

stupidity; to be fear of others' devillish wits

stupidity; to care for somebody and you're dying unconsciously

stupidity; to rawr silently to things you have the right to roar!

genius; to be ignorant forever and stagnant of own's negative satanic side of own's self.

45th : The Old Municipal Pool

i got this poem in my mailbox. Goodreads January newsletter. 

The Old Municipal Pool

by M. Flynn Ragland

The boards of the bathhouse are rotten,
deep in leaves the pool's cracked floor.
The town has changed and has forgotten.
Broken steps of iron ore
lead to a jungle of huge vines,
some hanging from a rusting tower
like a schoolgirl's doodled lines.
The air is thick with what's in flower.

The strange stillness recalls her name,
the empty desk in the next row,
how time had stuck in one scratched frame
now fifteen Decembers ago.
They'd found her dead in the deep water,
beaten, bruises on her throat,
a used-car salesman's long-haired daughter.
I still have her last love note.

I wander into the green gloom
beneath the canopy of leaves,
as though back into that classroom.
She had worn jeans and flowing sleeves
and turned to me with dreamy smiles,
our steps echoing in the school
as mine do now on ruined tiles
of an enormous swimming pool
the years have left a ghostly place
of rust, a splintered bathhouse door,
in whose shadows there is no trace
of what I had come looking for.

27th : vicinity.

Gorgeous with lurve... group name. ^_^

the latter presents are from lecturers and facilitator. the wrapped two are for making teaching aids; the mobile letters and sandpaper letters. doing those cards really means sacrificing your sleep hours! yet, i enjoy doing them, :) the pen from Mr. Barath because one day in the previous week, i went to the English unit to take LCD projector. the lecturer i was searching for wasn't there yet. so, i waited in the room. Mr. Barath was there and he asked me about my classmates and I absence during our super juniors' SS exhibition and something about women-gender-talk-course. first question, i answered we'd class. then, he said he came across the boys, it's recess time. then, i told him, i don't have the answer. so, i just listen to his 'motivational talk' and smile. after all, he gave me a pen for listening to his 'lecture'. ^__^"

other pictures are my classroom's wall. our artworks. that's what we should do when we go to school someday. =.='

the yellow stick note; comments from others that read my haiku. i pasted another haiku too, not about the time, about colours, but, i just couldn't find it. maybe it has been thrown away. the people who threw away others' pieces should think twice, at least if the paper fell onto the floor, at least again just pick it and put it somewhere in the classroom. *frustrated*

RBT 3117 - the second minor course i'm taking... i've to struggle in the coming examination to make sure my pointer won't drop~ ah.. after listening to what the lecturer's hoping for our previous project, i was like, you never show us the example. and my confusion didn't go that far when i was in question marks doing the project. i was also like, you hasn't covered that topic when you were giving us the tasks. and i too wasn't that enthusiastic to see you. thus, the blame is still on me! mamma mia~~~

EDU 3104 - the compulsory course. behaviour and  classroom management. i too did the coursework in question marks where all the doubts are in my mind. but, i didn't push myself to erase all the question marks and just get myself drowned in them. and only during the presentation i see the point i had overlooked!

based on these two courses, am really in trouble this semester if u're talking about pointer, CGPA, bla.. bla.. bla.. especially that EDU subject, am quite lost. u ask me, what have i learnt according to syllabus, i just can't recall. T_T

i was in swing in the classroom when early in the morning i arrived late few minutes in the room. when before recess i asked a question that the answer has spoiled everyone's mood. when i am unsatisfied with something. and when i am just really want to scream, "I DON'T WANT THIS AND I AM FALLING TO THE GROUND BEARING ALL THIS BORING ACTIVITY."

KEYWORD OF THE DAY: PATIENCE.

HA. HA. HA. THIS IS LONG ENOUGH.

pen off.

25th : -at.-ic.

22nd : serene escape.

when things went wrong
the heart quickly decided
for escapism

when things seemed okay
the soul gently smile
for the serenity

21st : cleanup.

go go around
walking in the air
flying in the sea
swimming on the earth

turn turn around
look at the scent of roses
listen to the beauty of honey
taste the humming bees

@DAB 1530hrs
18042011 Monday
with companion of Iwa & Farah! ^.^

18th : my haiku.