It's been a long time since i have updated.
Cobwebs seem to be forming already.
Anyway, school started and T10 got combined with T22 to form 2t10.
So far it has been an interesting week.
Loads of fun and interesting stuff.
But most of all, I have learnt to look at things from a diff way.
Like bro paul says : " Today is the beginning of the end of the last year of schooling ". Well, i guess with every end comes a new beginning.
I was thinking, (yes, i do think. lol) anyway, i was thinking that sometimes, the brave people are those who have the courage to seek the unknown. " I don't want to die, but i am not too keen on living either" I heard this somewhere, i cant seem to remember. And i felt that those who took their lives willingly and without force to escape this life are view upon as coward of some sort.
"Courage is not the lack of fear, rather, it is the judgement that something else is more important than fear itself." Maybe like those soldiers who died in battle, or people hiding from their problems, they are not afraid, but rather they feel that death is more important than fear itself.
Afterall, who knows what happens after you die. Do you start over without remembering a thing? Do you become a ghost? Do you go to heaven or hell? or are you gonna just blank out.
What is so special about memories if we are going to forget it at the end then?
Maybe, everyone is sentimental. They just want to hold on to memories some times.
This is dedicated to those people who died in the Tsunami, be not afraid of death friends, but be afraid of not dying
The universe is part of this one cry
In this strange land where all are born to die,
Each tree and leaf and star shall have,
The universe as part of this one cry.
That every life is noted and is cherished,
And nothing loved is ever lost or perished
- Anonymous
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Today was the CCA pasar thing. I shouted till my voice is about to fail on me already. I feel a sore throat coming on (again). Anyway, some were dressed up, giving away this star thingys and masks. It was quite interesting. Hmm, some of the J2s came back. In total, there were ard 40+ ppl who signed up. Hopefully, they turn up for the first meeting. I don't think there is a decision as to what is going to be done for the first meeting. I mean, a.r (amazing r.)? or Ballon, etc games?
Btw, Ms Ting is in charge of the class as the home tutor of 2t10.
Eck.
Sigh,
This reminds me, i have to get the duty roster done.
Back to ms ting, it is the first week and she has already given us a test for GP. MyGod.
Hmm, i've got to get some books to read.
*yawn*
tired.
Shall take a nap first.
Get some work done later on.
Ciao friends!
saw Eternity the other night
Like a great Ring of pure and endless light
All calm as it was bright;
And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years,
Driven by the spheres,
Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world
And all her train were hurled.
The doting Lover in his quaintest strain
Did there complain;
Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights,
Wit's sour delights;
With gloves and knots, the silly snares of pleasure;
Yet his dear treasure
All scattered lay, while he his eyes did pour
Upon a flower.
The darksome Statesman hung with weights and woe,
Like a thick midnight fog, moved there so slow
He did nor stay nor go;
Condemning thoughts, like sad eclipses, scowl
Upon his soul,
And clouds of crying witnesses without
Pursued him with one shout.
Yet digged the mole, and, lest his ways be found,
Worked under ground,
Where he did clutch his prey; but One did see
That policy.
Churches and altars fed him, perjuries
Were gnats and flies;
It rained about him blood and tears, but he
Drank them as free.
The fearful Miser on a heap of rust
Sat pining all his life there, did scarce trust
His own hands with the dust;
Yet would not place one piece above, but lives
In fear of thieves.
Thousands there were as frantic as himself,
And hugged each one his pelf.
The downright Epicure placed heaven in sense
And scorned pretence;
While others, slipped into a wide excess,
Said little less;
The weaker sort, slight, trivial wares enslave,
Who think them brave;
And poor despisèd Truth sat counting by
Their victory.
Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
And sing and weep, soared up into the Ring;
But most would use no wing.
'Oh, fools,' said I, 'thus to prefer dark night
Before true light,
To live in grots and caves, and hate the day
Because it shows the way,
The way which from this dead and dark abode
Leaps up to God,
A way where you might tread the sun, and be
More bright than he.'
But as I did their madness so discuss,
One whispered thus,
This Ring the Bridegroom did for none provide
But for his Bride.
-Henry Vaugh
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