http://uplbmass.blogdrive.com/ uplbmass Tue, 07 Feb 2006 04:55:00 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2006. http://uplbmass.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Wed, 12 Oct 2005 04:54:37 GMT Ulalala...Today last day Of Schooling..Neh Neh..Boo Boo..Shake ga Boo..kakakakka..iam So happy !! Wakakaka..no need suffer at school for a week.It's Kinda relax for me.. Oh Yea,I Cut My hair this afternoon !! Hehehe..I Wish i can take photo of my brand new hair..Hehehehe..Wakakakka..Tomorrow Morning i will go PangKor with Family & Back on Sunday Evening.I Think i will Miss my darling badly..Huh..Wuu..='((..Dear,U Must take care alright...Muckss.Mucks Always... Okie lar,wana watch tv jor...bb http://uplbmass.blogdrive.com/archive/3.html Wed, 14 Sep 2005 22:24:10 GMT I still think of him, you know. He's still on that pedestal. He's the one who set the standard. He's the one who made everything elusive and everything possible. I was seventeen. He was nineteen -- and engaged. We worked together at a summer camp. We never kissed ... we just held each other a lot and spent almost all our free time together. We once snuck out from our respective cabins to meet each other at the stables, where we huddled on a hay bale and watched the lightning, talking for hours until the day began to creep up. He never knew what I felt and I could never tell him -- or... (more) http://uplbmass.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Wed, 14 Sep 2005 22:23:24 GMT I didn't expect to find it. But there it was. She had written me a letter. Hesitant to pick it up from the kitchen counter, I stared at it for a minute or two. I don't remember what I was thinking. But when I finally did pick it up, curiosity took hold and I ran upstairs, closed the bedroom door and realized my heart was now in my throat. Opening the letter, I found the gold chain I had given to her in love. I gave her the chain just before we were forced to part. We had attended university together for four months, but eventually she had to leave. I remember holding her at the airport,... (more) http://uplbmass.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Wed, 31 Aug 2005 23:24:57 GMT Poetry as means of reform? Just got another copy of The Poet's Notebook last night, and flipped through the Charles Simic section to find this quote: "Like many others, I grew up in an age which preached liberty and built slave camps. Consequently, reformers of all varieties terrify me. I only need to be told I'm being served a new, improved, low-fat baked ham, and I gag." That reminded a couple years ago when I first read it -- and still reminds me -- of poets who invoke 'reform' as a result of their poetic practice (see my Burt quote a few days back), especially when in its meaning the... (more)