oOo..
my timetable is almost done! gOt almost all my tutorial slots except for philO which means i hav 2 wake up super early on mon sighXx..
sOo i'll b really tired 2 dO anything else at nite i guess haha but tues is rest day!
all the slots i am left wif were rather shitty; it's either 9am/ 10am/ tues soO if jian wei didn't get into the same tut as me, i'll cry!!!!
soO jian wei, u shld read up more on CORS about tutorial allocation lOlx.
then there's the eng lit tut that have 2 settle cOs shawn wants nadya & i to change tO thurs..
soO nOw we have 2 wait till we're able to swap/ add a tut..and if tt happens, i'll only need 2 come for 2 hrs on wed! nOt that bad a thing if monday's the shitty day & i have 1 & 1/2 days tO reccuperate from exhaustion lOlx~
thurs's yet the other shitty day whereby it ends at 8! arghX.
but due to the odd week tut i have on fri morning, i guess i can lie on the bed until 11am on even weeks..maybe nOt sO bad haha.
heard that pple didn't get the module dey want, nOW dey carn get the tut slots dey want either..
i mus be pretty lucky~
had eng lit lect on mon..
then we're toking abt some poem by william wordsworth whereby the lecturer's rough interpretation was that this guy was riding his horse 2 meet his lover, lucy at her cottage at night & along the way, the image of the moOn was described in the poem from descending to sinking to bright moon dropped & from there she concluded that guy had this foreboding feeling abt lucy becOs he was staring at the moOn for toO long (it was smth like that haha)..moon= luna which oso sounds like lucy~
then we hav pple saying the man was crazy cOs luna= lunatic & there was this part where it was written he had 'wayward thoughts' & there're 'strange fits of passion' when he tot of his lover..haha..then there's this guy whO was soO immersed in the poem that he tot the guy thinks of lucy as a baby (delicate & vulnerable) cOs 'lucy's cot' was mentioned...
haha & my lecturer said it was highly impossible unless the guy's a paedophile lOlx~!
then we were shown a poem written by William Carlos Williams (name is odd 2 begin with) which was his best work, The Red Wheel Barrow:
so much depends
upon
the red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
haha. that's it. All of us were -_-''' "you call that a masterpiece?"
It's famous cOs the poem resembles a wheel barrow, hence making it a visual image instead.. haha soO i guess that was the beauty & brilliance of his best poem~
