- I feel a pat on my head -

"Ka Onn, come."
"When you're doing the shuttle run, no need to be so gentle. Instead of turning all the way around when you're reaching for the block, you do it this way."

- demonstrate -

"Got it? No need to be so gentle. Must be a bit more aggressive."
- raise eyebrow at me -
- nod -
"Yes, Ms Su. Thank you."

- nod -
- nod -

The beauty of my communications with Ms Su.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- The Second Coming, Yeats.


My favourite song of the moment. I wish the school hadn't blocked 4shared.