Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Lolx long time no blog cos very busy with school and homework all these stuff... hahas
and rjc still haven't inform me abt de dsa results, damn nervous sia... I think I screwed up the last audition lei... =( so not sure wad they will say.
Holiday hw still left alot nvr do.. and unlike other holidays... this time the teacher really will chase for de homework one! hahas so very busy lor...
all you ppl nvr bring de 13 dollars for phys rev bk better bring faster! Mr tan is impatient! he has little time left! =PPPP
Well as i should be doing hw now i just blog abit la, not too much, so enjoy this essay i wrote for de eng enrichment today =)
Dreams
Startled, he roused from the bizarre experience. He hands clenched the bed sheets, soaking them in perspiration. His still-unfocused eyes darted about as he recalled the recent visions. The dreams had come to him one by one, night by night; and the evasiveness of their purpose and meaning mortified him.
The first dream was a man in black, standing upon a hill. The hill was surrounded by waters in turmoil, some parts black, and some parts white; and they seemed to be divided against each other.
He could see black waves rising; and the white ones too. Nevertheless, the white waves always crashed upon the black, smothering them, suppressing them.
The man opened his mouth, his face gaunt and sickly, nevertheless it still shone with wisdom and compassion. He said over the tossing waters, “Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”
And that was how the dream ended.
The second dream came upon him like a thief in the night. Unlike the previous chaos, this dream was peaceful. Sunlight was streaming upon a seat. Out of a window nearby, one could see things passing by, sometimes a dewy meadow, sometimes a brilliant countryside streaked with gold. It could be inferred that by the passing sceneries that the seat was situated in some sort of vehicle.
The seat was clean, except for a streak of white paint on it. Suddenly there was a tremor throughout the vehicle, and dust blew forth from the ground and hung in the air. The black dust settled, but on the seat, the dust could not. The white streak persevered, selfishly, refusing to be covered by the black dust.
And that was how the dream ended.
The most bizarre dream came upon him this every night. Now he was standing on the top of the hill. The waters around him were still in turmoil. Suddenly, he felt a force he never felt before moving his body. He raised his arms and opened his mouth.
He never got to hear what he spoke, but just before he woke up from the dream, he saw the waters calm.
He pondered about what they meant day and night. As he sat beside a table on the fourth night, he began to see the meaning in them. Inspiration and determination slowly flowed forth like a bubbling spring. He picked up his quill and began to write.
It was day, and he was standing at a high place; at the step of a memorial. Multitudes, regardless of race, were gathered below and around him. He opened his mouth:
“I have a dream, five score years ago…”
Yes, Martin Luther king had a dream.
stop looking down
brightness will break through, and SHINE @ 3:56 AM
Jireh