This is real long overdue! it was so touching, i wanted to cry!

A young girl still dwells
by a woman who died in the old folks ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, England


what do you see, nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you look at me-
A crabbed old woman. not very wise
Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say im a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try"
Who resisting or not, lets you do as you will
with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're looking at me
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still
As I move at your bidding, eat as your will...

I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters who love one another
A bride at twenty, my heart gives a leap
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast
Bound together with ties that should last
At forty, my young sons have grown up and gone,
But my man is beside me to see that I don't mourn
At fifty, once more babies play round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved ones and me.
Dark days are upon me; my husband is dead.
I look at the future, and shudder with dread
I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells
And now again, my embittered heart swells
I think of the years, all too few, gone so fast
And I accept the stark fact that nothing can last

So open your eyes, nurse, open and see
Not a crabbed old woman,
Look closer- see me!

something nice i read from my qt today! i really love that book, there're so many nice sayings, stories and meaningful passages (:

What the world needs
by Josiah Gilbert Holland

The world needs young men and women who cannot be bought; whose word is their bond; who put their character above wealth, who possess opinions and a will; who are larger than their vocation; who do not hesitate to take chances.

The world needs young men and women who will not lose their individuality in a crowd; who will be as honest in small things as in great things; who will make no compromise with wrong; whose ambitions are not confined to their own selfish desires.

The world needs young men and women who will not say they do it because everybody else does it; who are true to their friends through good report and evil report; in adversity as well as prosperity; who do not believe that shrewdness, cunning, and hard headedness are the best qualities for winning, who are not ashamed to stand for the truth when it is unpopular.

The world needs young men and women who say no with emphasis, though the rest of the world says yes.


When i read this, i thought of jess buddy!! (:
had a real nice time praying with my buddy for every person in class, plus some teachers and other friends. (: it was realll nice... (: finally we managed to get down to praying for everyone!

and today we were totally nuts at math tuition! we tried to convince brandon that we were going to fight the crocodiles, gorillas and dust bunnies in his house, and we went exploring their basement and shouting down the stairs. hahaha, so funny, and we practised all our tarbet cheers in the living room while waiting for them since both of them were MTians (: haha, so funny! and we ran around until we were so hot by the time they were ready for tuition. hahaha



anyway, some other nice quotes again from my great qt book! such nice stuff should be shared!! (: haha



When God measures a man, He puts the tape around the heart, not around the head
-Author unknown

Good character is more to be praisd than outstanding talent. Most talents are, to some extent, a gift. Good character, by contrast, is not given to us. We have to build it, piece by piece- by thought, by choice, courage and determination.
- H. Jackson Browne

Talents are best nurtured in solitude; character is best formed in the stormy billows of the world.
- Johann Wolfgang von Geothe





Dear God,

teach me to love like You do, and make my heart bigger! so i can fit more people inside. I pray that I will use what i have and who i am to bless those around me, not be discouraged by what I cannot achieve, but rather, to look even more to You. Let nothing drive me away from You, but always draw me closer to You.

Amen


love love!

Last day of school! ):

went to sumo house with jess xiu and dawn today after tuition! (:
and.. i got free SPRING ROLLS again! hahaha hooray,it's real yummy and I ate 5 out of 8 of them! oops!!! and jess and xiu played chopsticks with real chopsticks which was real funny, cos we ran out of chopsticks and used spoons!

and then we trawled big bookshop, buying jess's chops and looking at cool stationary! and xiu and i found a palmistry book and were reading hands. hahha, it's quite cool! anyway, our palms read that everyone's going to be married with kids except me!!! and i'm not even going to have a serious r/ship!! oh no!!! hahaha, i better read up more on the care of cats since they'll be my lifelong buddies soon. hahahaha (: it was real fun anyway!



anywayy... have been taking long walks down memory lane, and reading lots and lots of diary entries that i havent wanted to read for a long long time.

ah well...


lovelove!

Since I already typed the whole thing out for my dear cell girls, i might as well paste it here too!

Here’s a story about 2 artists who were supposed to paint a picture signifying their individual concepts of peace.


The first artist pulled on his boots and hiked into the Rockies outside Winter Park, Colorado. Several miles beyond the nearest ski lift, he erected his easel besides a secluded lake known only to locals. Poised in this Hallmark-card perfect setting, he filled his canvas with the lacelike haze of early morning as it dissolved before the first golden rays of daylight. The brilliant greens of the towering pines were so vivid in the painting that the artist’s oils seemed to smell of the forest. An eagle floated lazily across the sky, its image reflected in the mirror of the lake’s still surface. It was the kind of picture you’d expect to see on a greeting card, or on the cover of your magazine.


The second artist applied for press credentials, hopped on a red eyed flight for the war torn Middle East, and set up his easel near the gutted building that served as headquarters of the terrorist Palestine Liberation Organisation. Shielded by a heap of bricks and twisted girders, the artist filled his canvas with a fiery maelstrom as violent as that which fell from the bombers overhead. Rockets cut a swath of destruction across the painting- so lifelike that the explosion and screams seemed to roar with each stroke of his brush. But then, there, just outside the ruins, in the crook of a little bent tree was a bird resting atop a nest of eggs. Seemingly insulated from the chaos all about, it sat with its tiny head tucked serenely beneath its wing.

Which artist captured the concept of genuine peace?



so nice right?? (:




anyway, I am really really really gonna miss my class..... ):


haha and today's lunch at swensons with dawn prawn was real funny! we ordered a monstrous cup of strawberry sherbert with poached/stewed/pureed strawberries so that we could get a discount but then we wouldnt eat it! haha, we had to toss coins to make each other eat! of course i kept winning! i got the lucky side! hahah (: and dawn's ice cream was WEIRD!!! it tasted like fish soup when combined with my banana split!! hahahah


love love!!