Firstly I'd like to apologize to all if in any of these weeks/days I've been not myself or like be evil/nasty to you or just take your friendship for granted. School since the start has been a rush here and there I can bearly catch my breath. Especially for these recent days that I realized how much stress I'm under when my computing teacher noticed my different outward appearance. Guess I do emit some weird aura of "don't touch me or die" sort of presence.
Anyway I'm a person who can't really handle stress well. For me life I'd usually like to slack around. Rush my homework done and go play computer and sit there for a long time. So when workload is heavy I just tend to go and push it elsewhere. It's quite bad because I tend to be more moody and take friends for granted, pushing people aside.Well, that's one aspect I gotta train to improve on.
Its been a long time since I blogged properly, so a good start here. JC life is so much faster though "slightly" slacker without project work and Mother Tongue. But still workload and stress piling up with the upcoming A levels and SYF. So many things up my mind. So tiring.
Well I'm glad I managed to put aside some time to blog a bit. Does clear my mind up a bit.
1:29 pm;
Saturday, January 22, 2005
title:{Sunset Poem}
William Blake - Night
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, "Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day."
And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold."
9:47 pm;
N {PROFILE}
Norman Woon
21 Years Young
Male
27/03/1987
MJS, MSS, CJC(rox)
