Tuesday, May 22, 2007

A Way To Freedom

To be liberated
To be emancipated
To get away
To find a way

To be freed
We're all in need
Of freedom some day
We'll find a way

To be free to leave
Not one of us is a thief
We will not stay
We'll find a way

This dream we've got
We will not let it rot
Come what may
We will find a way

To be let out
And be able to shout
"We're free today!"
We will find a way

Marco

Friday, May 18, 2007

Blessing

Splashing, slopping, lashing, swishing, sweeping,
gushing, whistling, crashing, bashing;
the watery depths - swallowing,
and the angels - weeping.

Continuously, for months, the water plumes,
indulging in its gleaming wet world.
The day is cold as the night, and just as dark and dreary
and the lightning curls, flickers piercing,
and the wind and rain are never weary.

On and on, this deluge seems to be without refrain
the land drunk, lifeless and cold in the February rain,
and the gale beats a rhythm upon the window panes
and viciously rips the catkins off the poplar trees
as an entire nation waits for the sun...

Yes, there is such a longing that blossoms for the mellow breeze!
Trapped inside, all day children huddle in corners, praying
and peering woefully at the storm outside:

The storm which twists and coils and clutches at the shrieking panes
and brings seas of wan white mist to enfold the land,
swirling slowly as they feign a tender embrace...

The same storm which leaves the few, pitiful vultures,
those too feeble to fly away,
harping mournfully as they look upon the drunken land
and see reflections of only desruction in the rippling puddles,
puddles like a looking glass,
where everything seems upside down as the black clouds overhead pass...

Aye, 'tis the self same storm which savages and ravages the helpless trees
and brings the sick leaves reeling down in throngs
pained shreds of the tattered, tumbling skies that,
like a dream,
seem to be falling into the skyline...

The Lord Thunder roars a solo in clashes of angry voices
and the Lady Wind shrieks back a chorus -
treble, tenor and bass.
It is a wild call, wailing heart-break in its song
as the stage, once thriving, turns desolate.

Then comes a queer, silent hushing...
The chill wind becomes languid as though in pain,
and the silver, liquid drops slow to a whispering lullaby.

Frantically they search for someone to hear their story,
their first and last secret before they hit the ground -
like precious pearls that, from heaven, fall amid squalor -
Listen. Listen Hear their tales of fleeing clouds, storm-bruised and frightened...

Disbelieving, a crowd seems to magically appear,
heads upturned as all ages surge out over the saturated fields.
Kneeling in the sodden loam, arms raised to the sky,
the beaten people hail the first, glorious sunbeams, mouths open,
tasting heaven on the little rainbows that peek shyly from the clear, blue sky.

Hillary

My Shadow

The black shadows came over me
They controlled my mind and soul
My body is being covered by the shadow
Whilst the light of the angels die out
Hell is winning
And heaven is losing
Let my life turn into hell
And bring me darkness
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
Hoping to see the light again
God backs out and turns away
My hatred is too powerful and strong
Satan tries to win me over
But he is killed by me
The universe goes black
I am lost in eternal darkness
Walking alone
There is no speck of light
Just a black dark shadow with no feelings
Behind my back
Haunting me forever...

Tamsin

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Down a hole

Down,
Down,
Down,
into the Dark,
into obscurity.
I can't see,
I can't touch,
I can't hear,
I'm gone...
I'm Down...
I'm away...
The wind lashes
my face like a whip.
The wall compresses me...
I can't breathe
I'm plunging deeper, and
I feel as though I'm on
a rollercoaster
Will it stop?
Will it end?
One wild Rollercoaster!

Raquel

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

The Secret Room

One day Jack went to his Grandma who lived in a cottage in a forest. It was sweltering hot because the sun was high up in the sky. Jack was very keen on chess and always carried a chessboard with him. He especially liked to play with his Grandma.

After walking for what seemed to be 3 hours, he finally arrived to his Grandma's house. She was not at home and he jumped at the opportunity to go to the secret room.

Grandma had this secret room and told Jack never ever to go in there. Jack was curious and crept slowly to the door of the secret room. He opened the door. The door creaked. He saw a huge bookshelf and an armchair which was stained.

Jack walked slowly down the broken steps and sat down on the stained armchair. After a small while he got up and looked around him. He saw a black cat but when he tried to pick it up, it jumped and ran away.

Jack walked to the big bookshelf and chose a book. The book was called Zack The Genius. Jack started reading the book.

Then Jack's Grandma returned home from the shop. Jack quickly put the book back on the shelf and sprinted upstairs. He opened his book and started doing his homework. And Grandma never found out that he had gone inside the secret room.

nicky

Monday, March 26, 2007

Changes

I sat all alone, while watching
In an almost complete darkness
The feeble, faint, flickering flames
Casting shadows. Oh! Wahat sharpness!

The fire was almost dying,
When a gust of wind, whirled around
The flames, leapt like a fierce snake
Attacking whatever was found

Just like some people fire can change.
From warm, gentle and colourful
To something terrible, savage
Destructive, dangerous, hurtful...

Victoria

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Space Marines


Space Marines are super human empires that are trying to fight for the sake of the earth. There are many armies they must fight in order to do so but with the help of others they will come out victorious. Some of the dark armys are: Ork, Dark Eldar, Tyranids and Chaos Space Marines. All of these armies have one goal: to rule the world and enslave humanity. So the Space Marines have to make sure this does not happen. Some of the Space Marines' strongest machines are the Land Raider and the Land Raider Crusader. Another strong vehicle is the Dreadnought which can be used for far and close range attacks. All this will help the Space Marines to achieve victory. The Space Marines can be very weak if they do not use their special units like the Librarian or the Commander or even the Chaplain. These are all really strong units especially the Librarian who has psychic powers. The army that is always trying to cleanse the earth from Space Marines is Da Boyz. These are orks. They are somewhat weak but at the same time can be really dangerous. Da Boyz will find any piece of metal and use it as armour. These are no match for the mighty Space Marines. What Space Marines really find hard to defeat are the Chaos Space Marines. These are possessed marines that have fallen to the dark forces of chaos. But as is always the case, good triumphs over evil. Unless you have a very small army.

Written by Pascal and Dylan - Grade 9

Friday, January 26, 2007

What I will do for a friend

I will take the pain
I will take the blood
I will take your heart
And mend it all up.

I will take your tears
I will take your mind,
I will make you happy
And hope you smile

I don’t care what happens to me
I do care what happens to you
No matter what
I’m always here for you

I will go through pain
I will go through tears
All I want is for you to smile
And see that glimmer of happiness in your eye!

Tamsin

Locked up inside

So many feelings locked inside
So many feelings which I hide
I can’t let them out
I can’t let them be

Beating myself up
I cry
Kicks and punches
Are tormenting me inside

So many pains
Which I can’t let go
So many pains
Which will hurt me even more

All this anger
All this depression
Locked inside of me
Waiting for my confession

No where to go
No where to let out
My death will be my feelings
Just waiting to come out…


Tamsin

Back-Stabbers

They stab you in your back

They take your mind and soul

They want all the gossip

That’s what there for

They want you to trust them

You say you’re not sure

But at the end of the day

You trust them even more

You tell them your life

You tell them your soul

You give away your heart

And they know it all

They throw your life

They throw your soul

They rip your heart

And leave you there all alone

You are lost in your own words

Crying what’s left of their trust

Until there is nothing left

You are just all washed up…

Tamsin

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Book Review

Anne Frank’s Diary

This book is about a girl named Anne Frank who one day during the War decided to go to a place and start writing her diary. Anne Frank was born in Frankfurt in 1929 and died in Bergen-Belsen in 1945. When she was only sixteen years old she went to a Concentration Camp where Anne Frank died. After a few years her father published her diary and now it is famous.

I like this book a lot as it is interesting. I won’t say anything to the people who told me to read the book as it is fabulous and beautiful.

Christina

Monday, November 20, 2006

Another Villain Identified!!

Another villain from the Gallery has been identified:

Count Olaf from The Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket!

And it was Dylan M. who apprehended him!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Y4J


Last Wednesday there was a hubbub of activity going on in the library. The Christian youth group Y4J (Youth for Jesus) were invited over by the Senior School Religion Department to animate a Mass for the Grade 11s. There was singing and praying; there were some games and a lot of general good feeling. The students enjoyed themselves immensely as did the animators. The response to the activities was fantastic and it was obvious that the students enjoyed every second of it.

It was a great two hours! Well done to all involved!



Monday, October 09, 2006

SIX VILLAINS IDENTIFIED!!!

Another six villains from the display have been identified:
  • LEX LUTHOR from Superman created by Simon Schuster and Jerry Siegel (identified by ALEX P.)

  • ARTEMIS FOWL from the Artemis Fowl series written by Eoin Colfer (unmasked by DAVID T. & PETER K.)

  • COUNT DRACULA from Dracula by Bram Stoker (staked by LAWRENCE G.)

  • THE JOKER from the Batman comics created by Bob Kane (apprehended by TOM P.)

  • MRS COULTER from the His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman (detained by NICKY D.)

  • SAURON from The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J R R Tolkien (captured by DYLAN C., STEVE C. & PASCAL H.)

So now there have been seven villains in all whose identity has been unmasked.

Three more to go!

Find more about these villains by clicking here:
Lex Luthor Artemis Fowl Dracula
The Joker Mrs Coulter Sauron

Monday, October 02, 2006

ERAGON

Eragon, the novel written by Christopher Paolini proved to be a great success. It was the first instalment of The Inheritance Trilogy and Christopher started writing this story when he was merely 15 years old! Imagine that!

Seeing that the book was a success it was not long before they decided to adapt it into a film.


And it's coming out this December 15th!

And it looks awesome!

And you can watch the trailer over here!




For information about the books, click HERE.
For the film's website, click HERE.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Welcome Back!!!


And we're all back to school once again. As always, Summer flies like crazy. Some might take this badly, wanting the holidays, the sea, the sun and the sweet-doing-nothing never to end. But the fact that these three months passed so quickly means that you have been enjoying them... and deservedly so. After a whole scholastic year juggling between homework and study, a nice long break is a just reward. And this goes for the teachers as well!

Anyhow, the library is in a pretty barren state. There are hardly any posters up, something that will be remedied soon enough in the coming weeks. The walls and the shelves will soon display students' work done during the library sesions.

There is just one exception to the overall barrenness: the display. For this term, the chosen theme is VILLAINS. One can find numerous books in which the baddie is just as interesting and charming as the goodie. And just as important to the story. Can you imagine a world without Captain Hook or Magneto or Cruella de Vil?


The villains on display in the library are the Top Ten as voted by an online poll, to be mentioned (and acknowledged) in a later post. This is because there is an activity related to this display. A picture of each of the ten villains has been put up. However, none of them have been named; the students of San Anton have to try and identify the rogues themselves. The person who will manage to identify a villain, will get credit underneath the picture. Some of them are pretty easy to figure out, but a couple of them might prove a bit tricky.

One of the villains has already been unmasked. It is the White Witch from the Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. The person to identify it was Mattia.

Well done, Mattia!!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

NORTHERN GRAY WOLF

Standing alone with a cold light breeze

Brushing against the coat of silk smooth fur

Smells the air waiting for some prey,

Walking… through the forest all night and day,

Still searching for some prey,

Finally he finds something to eat

Will he change his luck today?

As he closes in the lowers his body

Barely visible to the human eye

Yet he is spotted and it runs away.

He is lying on the icy cold ground…

Dying today under the sunset sky.

NICK DELIA

FROG

A deep grumble runs over the still pond

A lazy eye runs over the cool green water

There’s a hum over the cool green water

A lone mosquito flies

Alone in the dark

Flying close to the water

The cool green water

The hum gets closer the patient hunter waits

In the water, the cool green water,

The hum is getting closer

A flash of his tongue and its gone

All over the water,

The cool green water

A deep rumble runs over the pond.

ALEX PACE

Friday, March 17, 2006

HILITNA : GRAJJA U IDENTITA`


The Grade 11s are at the moment busy performing a play entitled HILITNA : GRAJJA U IDENTITA` at St. James Cavalier. The play is loosely based on the Maltese literature anthology called QAWSALLA.

The story, written and directed by Ms Aveline, tells of four friends who travel back in time to witness first hand some of the key moments in Maltese history. Amongst these are the Neolithic Era, the period when the island was under the Knights of St. John, and the Second World War. Through these travels the four friends manage to restore in themselves a lost sense of national pride.

Everyone involved in the production did a tremendous job. The play looks and feels right throughout. It really shows that the cast and the crew gave in their utmost towards the realisation of this production.

WELL DONE!!!!
:)