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"What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees"

Today my tutor mentioned a poem in class -


Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water,
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind.  The wind.
I alone can contend against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here.  Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl round me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
 to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

- Every Day You Play, Pablo Neruda


Some lines are...

#ShitLiteratureStudentsSay

1. "In a sense" (and many others)

"Because Tay Sa Tay has raised the issue of the oppressive bourgeoise, in a sense he's blah blah blah...."

(Pause)

Tutor questions.

"Since Sa Tay has blurred the lines between classes, in another sense he's also blah blah blah...."


2. "So... yeah."

"When you look at the sonnet, the persona actually praises the immortality of the subject's beauty and manages to present the metaphysical idea of... yeah. So..... yeah. (trails off)


3. "Is it possible if..."

"Is it possible if I read the second stanza as gay aliens invading the world to turn everybody gay?"


4. "OH MY GOD IT'S ABOUT SEX!"

"OH MY GOD IT'S ABOUT SEX!!"


5. "Could you please rephrase your question?" (also known as "I don't understand a single shit you're saying")

Tutor: So what does this economy of exchange tells us about the Homeric world?"

"Could you please rephrase your question?"

Tutor: "Ok, let's put this this way: does the rule of hospitality influence the substance of the characters in any way?"

"Could you please rephrase your question?"

Tutor:

21st Party

For the first time in my life I threw a party instead of a tantrum and it went great... except my (very distant) cousin (that I, in my entire life have not bothered myself with) took my animal ballons home D:<

It is an absurd theory that 21 year-olds will not be interested in (supposedly childish) things like ballons or that we should not fight with little cousins for them. I AM AN ADULT AND I KNOW WHAT I WANT.

Me with the ballons before they got sent to the orphanage :(

Anyway the "cousin" who took them (BOTH) didn't even say thank you... and guess what she wrote in my guest book?

.... "I just found out you're my cousin."

Out. Of. My. Party. Now. Bitch. I hate little girls.

Please get ready for a series of photos taken in the dark, because I'm cool so my party was held in a pub:

TOTO WINNER

GUESS WHO

For some reason my best friend looks very hysterical. Maybe she thinks I'm not going to fight with her over nothing once I turn 21. HAHA GOOD ONE.

Yes my cake says "Don't Touch". It was supposed to be "Do Not Touch" but the kitchen got it wrong. I disapprove of contractions (read this either way).

Uncle Cousin Ah Ma "Cousin"  Uncle Me Cousin Uncle Auntie

I originally wanted the theme to be "Occupation/ Character Dress-up" but I eventually aborted the idea because my older relatives were generally uncooperative (hmph). Anyway, I forgot to tell my little cousin so she came as Lady Gaga, pink hair and all. Oops.

With Kim. Good, loyal friends are hard to come by and she happens to be one of them. Geez *sappy*

MS girls! They were so nice to me I'm surprised people like me that much :')  HAHAHA #crazynarcissist

My uni friends. They are crazy smart and make me feel like Ah Meng (especially when I happen to have dry legs and I scratch them continuously).

Me. Shamelessly basking in attention.

"What do you mean, I don't know how to cut a cake?"

My mother snatched the knife away from me and took over -_-

Buzzing in excitement cause I couldn't wait to eat the cake.

My mother did so many things for me and was really generous in throwing this party, to the extent that she bought prizes (movies tickets, NTUC vouchers) to give away during the games.

I am so lucky, I think I shall donate some money to the SPCA.