Wednesday, July 1, 2009
D.H Lawrence’s The Rocking Horse Winner
I feel that it was The Mother who was the cause of Paul's death . when Paul was young , his mother told him that they were not lucky and implied that there was not enough money .In his world,he would hear the whispers of his parent arguing about shortage of money.He then started searching for "luck" riding his horse .Which he picks up horse racing . Soon , he was lucky and started winning money . He wanted to give his mother a suprise and thus , gave her some omney , which was still not enogh to satisfy her needs and instead , increase her hunger for money , which was represented by the "howling" of the house . Later on , she decieds to send him away to the ocean before the horse race that he has been waiting for . Wanting to help his mother, he started turning deranged and he kept on riding his horse which helps him tthink . Later on , he wins the lottery and dies , all in sake of his mother
Lottery by Catherine Lim(Little Ironies)
In this story , Ah Boh the main character has various superstitions regarding gambling.
Among which are : cat's weight ,baby's choice of numbers,license plate number of cars involved in accidents .festive seasons.
I shall explain the superstitions one by one.
1) Cat's Weight .
There is no relation between the cat's weight and gambling or luck . This is just a mere superstition with no relation at all .
2) Baby's Choice of numbers.
There are many superstitions revolving around this issue . be it birthday boy/girl , animals or even dead people .This may be in a waylucky as each of these subjects are special ...I think.
3)License Plate Numbers ogf cars involved in accidents .
I personally think this is very sadistic . To bring yourself luck on other's misfortune . There may alsobe another way of viewing this . If the person involved in the accident dies , it can be a way to offer some money to the person sothat he can use it in the other world . In other words , comfort and condelescence.
4)Festive Seasons
It is quite natural to buy on festive season such as weddings .
Share with me your views on this issue:D
Among which are : cat's weight ,baby's choice of numbers,license plate number of cars involved in accidents .festive seasons.
I shall explain the superstitions one by one.
1) Cat's Weight .
There is no relation between the cat's weight and gambling or luck . This is just a mere superstition with no relation at all .
2) Baby's Choice of numbers.
There are many superstitions revolving around this issue . be it birthday boy/girl , animals or even dead people .This may be in a waylucky as each of these subjects are special ...I think.
3)License Plate Numbers ogf cars involved in accidents .
I personally think this is very sadistic . To bring yourself luck on other's misfortune . There may alsobe another way of viewing this . If the person involved in the accident dies , it can be a way to offer some money to the person sothat he can use it in the other world . In other words , comfort and condelescence.
4)Festive Seasons
It is quite natural to buy on festive season such as weddings .
Share with me your views on this issue:D
Paper by Catherine Lim (Little ironies)
Personally, i like this story very much . The irony of this story is that paper can be very strong but in 3 seconds , it can be burnt into nothing . As the title suggests.This applies for both the paper stocks and Tay Soon's paper house .In this story , its is signifant to gambling as it represents that you can lose everything in the matter of 3 seconds .Its also has relevance to the conclusion of the story as Tay Soon's dream was steadily progressing when it was all shattered by the stock markets ,in a short time .I find this story very sad as in ends on a ominous note where Tay Soon dies.
It can be very realtable to real life as money , status and power can be lostin a blink of an eye.
It can be very realtable to real life as money , status and power can be lostin a blink of an eye.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Lesson 3: Analyzing & Composing poem
The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa’at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’sFor his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
I like this poem . The author talks about how he never understood his Primary School motto even though he was there for 6 years .He also uses a lot of symbolism in this poe . For instance,"At times black crows try to interrupt When we sing the National Anthem"This can refer to as they are working for their country , the black crows , which may represent tempation trys to stop them .
I think the author feels rather sad that he has left primary school as the whole time in primary school , his "eyes were closed".
In my case , i really did enjoy primary school . It was very fun.
heres a poem i wrote on my primary school days:
Not Today or Tomorrow or Any Other Day by Alvin :D
The empty hallways
Echoing our laughter.
The empty classrooms
no longer packed with familliar faces .
The still noisy canteen
not friendly anymore .
I go today to see them
But they are not there.
Not Today
Tomorrow or
Any other day .
But
forever in my heart .
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes
Especially on Wednesdays
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year
Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’sFor his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
I like this poem . The author talks about how he never understood his Primary School motto even though he was there for 6 years .He also uses a lot of symbolism in this poe . For instance,"At times black crows try to interrupt When we sing the National Anthem"This can refer to as they are working for their country , the black crows , which may represent tempation trys to stop them .
I think the author feels rather sad that he has left primary school as the whole time in primary school , his "eyes were closed".
In my case , i really did enjoy primary school . It was very fun.
heres a poem i wrote on my primary school days:
Not Today or Tomorrow or Any Other Day by Alvin :D
The empty hallways
Echoing our laughter.
The empty classrooms
no longer packed with familliar faces .
The still noisy canteen
not friendly anymore .
I go today to see them
But they are not there.
Not Today
Tomorrow or
Any other day .
But
forever in my heart .
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Day 1 - Lesson 2: Favourite Poet
HI Guys , today , i'm going to talk about my favourite poet , Mr Shel Silverstein.
Did you know that when he was young , he couldn't do anything well , so he started drawing to pass time . Soon , he completely created his own style.Let me show you more about him.
Born in Chicago on September 25, 1930, Sheldon Allan Silverstein grew up to attain an enormous public following, but always preferred to say little about himself. “When I was a kid,” he told Publishers Weekly in 1975, “I would much rather have been a good baseball player or a hit with the girls. But I couldn’t play ball. I couldn’t dance. So I started to draw and to write. I was lucky that I didn’t have anyone to copy, be impressed by. I had developed my own style.”
Silverstein drew his first cartoons for the adult readers of Pacific Stars and Stripes when he was a G.I. in Japan and Korea in the 1950’s. He also learned to play the guitar and to write songs, a talent that would later produce such hits as “A Boy Named Sue” for Johnny Cash and “The Cover of the Rolling Stone” for Dr. Hook.
Shel Silverstein never planned on writing for children – surprising for an artist whose children’s works would soon become available in more than 30 languages around the world. In the early 1960’s Tomi Ungerer, a friend whose own career in children’s books was blossoming, introduced Silverstein to his editor, Harper Collins’ legendary Ursula Nordstrom. That connection led to the publication of The Giving Tree in 1964. The book sold modestly at first, but soon the gentle parable about a boy and the tree that loved him was admired by readers of all ages, recommended by counselors and teachers, and being read aloud from pulpits.
Decades after its initial publication, with more than five and a half million copies sold, The Giving Tree holds a permanent spot atop lists of perennial bestsellers.
Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein’s first collection of poems, was published in 1974 and was hailed as an instant classic. Its poems and drawings were applauded for their zany wit, irreverent wisdom, and tender heart. Two more collections followed: A Light in the Attic in 1981, and Falling Up in 1996. Both books dominated bestseller lists for months, with A Light in the Attic shattering all previous records for its 182-week stay on the New York Times list. His poetry books are widely used in schools as a child’s first introduction to poetry.
Silverstein enjoyed a long, successful career as a songwriter with credits that included the popular “Unicorn Song” for the Irish Rovers and “I’m Checking Out” written for the film Postcards from the Edge and nominated for an Academy Award in 1991. In 1984, Silverstein won a Grammy Award for Best Children’s Album for Where the Sidewalk Ends – “recited, sung and shouted” by the author.
He performed his own songs on a number of albums and wrote others for friends, including 1998’s Old Dogs with country stars Waylon Jennings, Mel Tillis, Bobby Bare, and Jerry Reed; and his last children’s recording Underwater Land with singer/songwriter and longtime friend Pat Dailey. Shel Silverstein loved to spend time in Greenwich Village, Key West, Martha’s Vineyard, and Sausalito, California. Up until his death in May 1999, he continued to create plays, songs, poems, stories, and drawings, and most importantly, in Shel’s own words, “have a good time.”
Growing up as a child , i would always read and re-read The Giving Tree . This Heart Wreching tale made me cry as a child and understood the selflessness that even a tree could have , whereas we humans , could never achieve . The torn ansd tattered book may be already given to charity ,but it will still remain clean and new in my heart .
Let me share with you some poems i especially like that were wriiten by Mr Silverstein.
The Boy name Sue:
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through
.Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.
But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,and I said,
"My name is Sue. How do you do?Now you're gonna die."
Yeah, that's what I told him.Well, I hit him right between
the eyes and he went downbut to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.I tell you I've fought tougher
men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile
.I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',he went for his gun and
I pulled mine first.He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it'sthat name that helped to make you strong."Yeah, he said, "
Now you have just fought onehelluva fight, and I know you hate me and you'vegot the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spitin your eye because
I'm the nut that named you Sue."Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,called him pa and he called me a son,and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name himBill or George - anything but Sue.
That was funny and sad :0
The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?
That's right!
What's right?
Meehoo!
That's what I want to know!
What's what you want to know?
Me, WHO?
Yes, exactly!
Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!
Exactly what on a chain?
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!
That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly WHAT?Yes!
Yes what?Yes, it's with me!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.
Me who?
Yes!
GO AWAY!
Knock knock...
I had a good laugh for like a minute :D
Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--Huh?
You say it's mine?
Oh, dear,I knew it looked familiar!
Haha :D . Share with me your views and favourite poems :)
Did you know that when he was young , he couldn't do anything well , so he started drawing to pass time . Soon , he completely created his own style.Let me show you more about him.
Born in Chicago on September 25, 1930, Sheldon Allan Silverstein grew up to attain an enormous public following, but always preferred to say little about himself. “When I was a kid,” he told Publishers Weekly in 1975, “I would much rather have been a good baseball player or a hit with the girls. But I couldn’t play ball. I couldn’t dance. So I started to draw and to write. I was lucky that I didn’t have anyone to copy, be impressed by. I had developed my own style.”
Silverstein drew his first cartoons for the adult readers of Pacific Stars and Stripes when he was a G.I. in Japan and Korea in the 1950’s. He also learned to play the guitar and to write songs, a talent that would later produce such hits as “A Boy Named Sue” for Johnny Cash and “The Cover of the Rolling Stone” for Dr. Hook.
Shel Silverstein never planned on writing for children – surprising for an artist whose children’s works would soon become available in more than 30 languages around the world. In the early 1960’s Tomi Ungerer, a friend whose own career in children’s books was blossoming, introduced Silverstein to his editor, Harper Collins’ legendary Ursula Nordstrom. That connection led to the publication of The Giving Tree in 1964. The book sold modestly at first, but soon the gentle parable about a boy and the tree that loved him was admired by readers of all ages, recommended by counselors and teachers, and being read aloud from pulpits.
Decades after its initial publication, with more than five and a half million copies sold, The Giving Tree holds a permanent spot atop lists of perennial bestsellers.
Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstein’s first collection of poems, was published in 1974 and was hailed as an instant classic. Its poems and drawings were applauded for their zany wit, irreverent wisdom, and tender heart. Two more collections followed: A Light in the Attic in 1981, and Falling Up in 1996. Both books dominated bestseller lists for months, with A Light in the Attic shattering all previous records for its 182-week stay on the New York Times list. His poetry books are widely used in schools as a child’s first introduction to poetry.
Silverstein enjoyed a long, successful career as a songwriter with credits that included the popular “Unicorn Song” for the Irish Rovers and “I’m Checking Out” written for the film Postcards from the Edge and nominated for an Academy Award in 1991. In 1984, Silverstein won a Grammy Award for Best Children’s Album for Where the Sidewalk Ends – “recited, sung and shouted” by the author.
He performed his own songs on a number of albums and wrote others for friends, including 1998’s Old Dogs with country stars Waylon Jennings, Mel Tillis, Bobby Bare, and Jerry Reed; and his last children’s recording Underwater Land with singer/songwriter and longtime friend Pat Dailey. Shel Silverstein loved to spend time in Greenwich Village, Key West, Martha’s Vineyard, and Sausalito, California. Up until his death in May 1999, he continued to create plays, songs, poems, stories, and drawings, and most importantly, in Shel’s own words, “have a good time.”
Growing up as a child , i would always read and re-read The Giving Tree . This Heart Wreching tale made me cry as a child and understood the selflessness that even a tree could have , whereas we humans , could never achieve . The torn ansd tattered book may be already given to charity ,but it will still remain clean and new in my heart .
Let me share with you some poems i especially like that were wriiten by Mr Silverstein.
The Boy name Sue:
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.
Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through
.Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.
But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,mangy dog that named me Sue.
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,and I said,
"My name is Sue. How do you do?Now you're gonna die."
Yeah, that's what I told him.Well, I hit him right between
the eyes and he went downbut to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.I tell you I've fought tougher
men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile
.I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',he went for his gun and
I pulled mine first.He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.
And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it'sthat name that helped to make you strong."Yeah, he said, "
Now you have just fought onehelluva fight, and I know you hate me and you'vegot the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spitin your eye because
I'm the nut that named you Sue."Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,called him pa and he called me a son,and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name himBill or George - anything but Sue.
That was funny and sad :0
The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?
That's right!
What's right?
Meehoo!
That's what I want to know!
What's what you want to know?
Me, WHO?
Yes, exactly!
Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!
Exactly what on a chain?
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!
That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly WHAT?Yes!
Yes what?Yes, it's with me!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.
Me who?
Yes!
GO AWAY!
Knock knock...
I had a good laugh for like a minute :D
Messy Room
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--Huh?
You say it's mine?
Oh, dear,I knew it looked familiar!
Haha :D . Share with me your views and favourite poems :)
Day 1 - Emergency IT Lesson 1: Figurative Language
After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
1*I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing dear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
2*There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
4*The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
1*Symbolism
2*Hyperbole
4*Personification
I feel that Mr Frost used these techniques because he wanted to link his poem of contradiction and insanity to what we are familliar with . He also wanted to add some life and emphasize on the insanity of his poem by making the woodchuck talk.
I like this poem beacuse i can relate to it very well . It talks about the work he once desired and now hates as it was making him lose his sleep . Even if he gets to sleep , all he is dreaming about are apples . Its is about human tiredness which leads him to the other world of talking birds and flying apples , the world of insanity.He hopes that this work that is driving him crazy to end , hope that winter would come , bringing an end to the harvest season but he knows the best , that it has only begun ;)
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
1*I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing dear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
2*There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
4*The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
1*Symbolism
2*Hyperbole
4*Personification
I feel that Mr Frost used these techniques because he wanted to link his poem of contradiction and insanity to what we are familliar with . He also wanted to add some life and emphasize on the insanity of his poem by making the woodchuck talk.
I like this poem beacuse i can relate to it very well . It talks about the work he once desired and now hates as it was making him lose his sleep . Even if he gets to sleep , all he is dreaming about are apples . Its is about human tiredness which leads him to the other world of talking birds and flying apples , the world of insanity.He hopes that this work that is driving him crazy to end , hope that winter would come , bringing an end to the harvest season but he knows the best , that it has only begun ;)
Confession of a Klept-to-maniac
This following contents are not true:
It all started when i was 10.I walked into a convinience shop and saw a toy that everybody had .Yet , my father as already trying his best to make ends meet and let alone , curb my childish hunger for toys .at that time , i remember what i was thinking :I can just take it first , i;ll pay him(the shopkeeper) back when i have the money "So , i took the toy and walked out of the shop . At that time , in my veins ran a new feeling , Courage ,Defiance,Guilt and lastly Crime.I had already stained my self with crime ,that i can never wash off .
So , the guilt slowly walked away and the hapiness grew .Being able to have the latest toys made me have more friends .
A few days after , i was in School and i saw my classmate , Jimmy, playing with the newest game console that was only available in America .It shined and waved to me las if it was asaying : Ellvinn,come and play with me " That day during recess , i stole it from his bag and went to the toilet to play with it . Later on, the cteacher did a bag search and i was so scared .My heart was slowly creping out of my ribcage .I immediately put the game console into the bag next to mine , without the owner , Tim, noticing . At that time , i was relieved .
When the teacher was searching Tim's bag , he found the game console .Feeling relieved , i couldn't help but let out a giggle.He dragged Tim out and i can't help but hear sounds of unwilling cries Feeling guilty , i can't help but say sorry .
Years later , i still feel guilty , i still say sorry .
That day , i had gotten away with a crime .
Today , i try to forget what happened.
That day , i say sory .
Today , i still say sorry .
Today ,like always, i pray .
That tomorrow , i can still manage to lie to the world , with my little secret that no one knows , except you .
My name is Ellvinn , and
I am a Klept-o-maniac.
It all started when i was 10.I walked into a convinience shop and saw a toy that everybody had .Yet , my father as already trying his best to make ends meet and let alone , curb my childish hunger for toys .at that time , i remember what i was thinking :I can just take it first , i;ll pay him(the shopkeeper) back when i have the money "So , i took the toy and walked out of the shop . At that time , in my veins ran a new feeling , Courage ,Defiance,Guilt and lastly Crime.I had already stained my self with crime ,that i can never wash off .
So , the guilt slowly walked away and the hapiness grew .Being able to have the latest toys made me have more friends .
A few days after , i was in School and i saw my classmate , Jimmy, playing with the newest game console that was only available in America .It shined and waved to me las if it was asaying : Ellvinn,come and play with me " That day during recess , i stole it from his bag and went to the toilet to play with it . Later on, the cteacher did a bag search and i was so scared .My heart was slowly creping out of my ribcage .I immediately put the game console into the bag next to mine , without the owner , Tim, noticing . At that time , i was relieved .
When the teacher was searching Tim's bag , he found the game console .Feeling relieved , i couldn't help but let out a giggle.He dragged Tim out and i can't help but hear sounds of unwilling cries Feeling guilty , i can't help but say sorry .
Years later , i still feel guilty , i still say sorry .
That day , i had gotten away with a crime .
Today , i try to forget what happened.
That day , i say sory .
Today , i still say sorry .
Today ,like always, i pray .
That tomorrow , i can still manage to lie to the world , with my little secret that no one knows , except you .
My name is Ellvinn , and
I am a Klept-o-maniac.
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