He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
- Isiah 40: 29-31
Hehe I know this clock doesn't fit in with the blackwhitegrey theme...but I couldn't resist...
Saturday, 3 November 2007
Listening to: Way Back Into Love from Music & Lyrics (this slightly stereotypical but HILARIOUS and sweet movie we watched during artcamp)
I've been living with a shadow overhead, I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed, I've been lonely for so long, Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on.
I found the sheet music (: http://words3music.100free.com/movies.html
What a beautiful song.
I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine, I've been searching but I just don't see the signs, I know that it's out there, There's got to be something for my soul somewhere.
"Ahhh! There's a leaf in our pasta sauce!" "It's a bay leaf! It's SUPPOSED to be there!"
Paris has great food and great art. They are not created by the same people.
I have really nice seniors and really weird juniors.
There are moments when I don't know if it's real Or if anybody feels the way I feel I need inspiration Not just another negotiation
If I wasn't so tired I'd probably cry about _____ and ______. But camps leave me emotionally drained, I think.
All I want to do is find away back into love, I can't make it through without a way back into love, And if I open my heart to you, I'm hoping you'll show me what to do, And if you help me to start again, You know that I'll be there for you in the end.
And I was a ghost. I didn't hafta paint my face (: Because all I needed to do was let my hair cover it. And I was kneeling and doing this begging thing. Which people apparently found freaky. Mostly they reacted with something along the lines of a moan/whimper/scream, "Don't touch me!" or "I haven't got any money!" Someone passed me her friend's camera though (: And I nearly kept it. Gave it back in the end though.
Darrell recognized me! I don't know how she saw me though all that hair. She went "Is that Grace?" And I just had to hit her. xD
I didn't think we were that scary (well, except for the part with the psychotic murderer - Muni would've loved it! - and her hammer) , but apparently we were. People are really violent when scared ): I don't know how many times my hand got slapped when I stuck it through a hole in the cloth to grab people, or how many times I got smacked/punched/pushed/stepped on by frightened girls. The boys didn't get frightened -.- Look, if you're not going to scream or at least get scared, don't go into a haunted house. What you SHOULD do: scream and get scared. What you should NOT do: laugh (unless you're doing it out of hysteria), make comments about how it's not scary, attack the poor ghosts who, by the time they have done their best to scare people 200+ times, are exhausted and aching.
Anyway: back to violence in fear. There was this group that was so utterly terrified they messed up all our partitions! And dropped a cloth on me. I got tangled up in it ): We were desperately trying to repair the damage int me for the next group.
But it was pretty fun, sometimes, when we sent groups screaming and practically tripping over themselves in their haste to get out of the art room. After a particularly good round, we always applauded and laughed, and then Litying would scream at us to get ready. : I think she was really stressed.
We might have overdone it some. There was this group who, when they got to the part with the fake organs in coke, begged us - really begged us - not to scare them any more (we did stop). Another group started singing Dedication. Some of them screamed almost continuously, even when there was nothing happening.
Oh, yes - there was this little boy, maybe four or five years old. Kinda dumb to bring a kid into a haunted house. But he wasn't scared at all! He kept going "crazy woman" and "siao". And when we started spraying water from above, his mother told him it was just "special effects". -.- Maybe he wasn't scared because we were all so shocked to see a kid in there that we weren't scary.
Random quotes:
"Why am I in front?"/"I don't want to go first!" - We heard endless variations of this.
"I don't want to continue...let's just stay here until the lights come on..." - I really felt sorry for them.
"I'm from artclub! My name is...is...Tinkerbell!" - she probably thought we'd go easier on our own club people. I don't know if she really was from AC, but we didn't go easier on our own people anyway.
"Must always respect a ghost!" - Linlin, the senior being the guide. LOL.
"Are you going to crawl under the cloth at them?" "No, I'd look dumb from behind." - Yingxi and I
"Why is everyone looking at the fake organs!?" "They look cute!" "Well...they're fun to make." - Yingxi and I, again
"I so glad I couldn't see the floor where I was sitting." "Oh..." - looks at floor- "...gross." - Me and Crystal
"You look really scary! And you have sharp teeth." "...I know." - Me and Huining
There was this weird person who was going around calling every single person Dorcas but didn't recognize the REAL Dorcas. "Hey, nice one, Dorcas!" "Ahh! Dorcas, stop it!" "Don't touch me, Dorcas!"
But - even if my knees were bruised from kneeling, I was deadbeat and aching from being assaulted by visitors, and my shorts and socks and shoes and (new) t-shirt were stained with red paint...it was a wonderful experience. I don't know how to explain. There is a certain sense of satisfaction from knowing your efforts have paid off (we earned $422 profit, but that's only part of it), and it is magnified by the knowledge that the whole of AC shares the feeling. It really helped bonding too! :D I for one got to know a lot of juniors and seniors better. And I got two new nicknames: Smiley and Sunshine Monkey. Don't ask.
Oh, yes - we're leaving the psychotic murderer's room as a display in the window because we couldn't bear to take it down. Muni can go and stare at it (: You wouldn't believe the weapons we found in the art room. Hammers, pliers, saws, wire scrubbing brushes and other items whose purposes we're not very sure of (but can guess at). Seriously. It's scary.
hyp·o·crite 1 : a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion 2 : a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings (from Merriam-Webster online dictionary)
Everybody must be a hypocrite in some small way. We can't keep all our promises, can we, or do exactly everything we say. It's impossible because we're human and we fail.
And if you say you aren't a hypocrite and actually you are, that makes you more of a hypocrite! The only time you wouldn't be would be if you really hadn't showed hypocrisy before in any way. In which case if you said you were a hypocrite, then you really would be a hypocrite. I find it a bit crazy.
Just something I was thinking over.
Oh well, so much for having a clean record. I got booked again yesterday...two bookings now, both by dear Flo. I'm not angry with her! Of course not! Contrary to that, thank you so much for patiently explaining to me that I shouldn't be angry with myself either, because: there are two types of breaking the rules, intentional and non-intentional. And both of mine obviously fell under the category non-intentional, because I simply forgot. She says everybody makes mistakes, and even prefects get booked (sometimes by themselves).
So thank you for hugging me and making me feel better! I was very depressed at first but you buoyed up my spirits! (:
Yesterday was the last day of artclub camp. I really enjoyed the camp :D And I think it helped bonding a lot. Yay we have such funny sec 1s this year! Plus I realised how nice and funneh the seniors are. I hope it becomes an annual affair.
I haven't finished my homework ><>
P.S. Szemin, yes I'm working on you and Sarah's present! ((:
