Friday, August 27, 2004
eh tis is crap!!!! i juz finished typin n its gone?!?!?!?!
argh. stupid thing. dat's it. it'll b cut short.
past few prac was disastrous. damn careless. i haf nothing to sae.
onli gd thing was we played badminton 2dae. yep. played at weird places cos e gym was occupied by e guys. muz b e olympics craze cos everyone was playing badminton n ping pong except usual ts n gang wif soccer n bball. played outside hse rm n oac store cos was too windy. end up on e stairs too. but in the end played in squash court. fun =). shall go it more often. oh yah, zw tore his pants. had a large gaping hole, not e tiny tear kind. haha. funny sia.
ps:tis is real short compared to e one dat got lost. think i'll remember e details myself...
Dreams are the most powerful motivators of all.
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Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Breakaway Kelly Clarkson
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I just stared out my window
Dreaming of a could-beAnd if I'd end up happy
I would pray (I would pray)
Trying not to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray (I would pray)
I could breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a changeAnd breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)
And breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around wild indoors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway
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Monday, August 23, 2004
had a few laughs in sch 2dae wif some1...some pple..its gd =)
can't make up my mind if i shuld juz pon tmr... mum's given e green light... =p
think i wun lah. i'll juz cum hm after bio prac, shall juz give phy consolidation a miss... yep. dats it.
think tis is a nice story.
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across hls neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full 2 years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path and this cheered it some. But at the end of tile trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on YOUR side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For 2 years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. Some of us don't grow old gracefully, some are not so smart, some are tall, large & big, some bald, some physically challenged, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there. There is a lot of good in you, my friend! Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life! Or as I like to all of you pple! thanks for being my crackpot friend...
i love you! :)
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
changed e layout...yep again. sick of studying. juz haf to meddle with something. i think i shuld start typing in proper english, because my gp sux. n its going downhill...sigh.
i think this will be the last time i'll change the layout. it will be.
maths mock was terrible. i felt weird. as in not normal. ah incoherence. anw studied quite a bit, but i juz have this naggy feeling that i can't finish in time, or quite remember what i have read. oh well. there are other things on my mind too... more impt than studies... i'm not sure. getting real irritated with pple around... reason i'm not going to say here... but the exams are so near and yet.... nvm. its other pple's business, i have no right to bother, no right to intefere... busybody... but i can't help it.
can see that the teachers are facing a lot of stress from e pple up there... suppose its cos our batch is really underperforming... they try to help... but do students want their help...? ms chua said smth like its pathetic for stdnts to skip sch to study at hm... i suppose its true. i wan to skip sch to, to study at hm, but come to think of it, i might juz slack my time off. thanks to my parents who shuo1 shen3 me4 dou1 bu4 rang4... =).
luck for prelims.
An education isn't how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It's being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don't.
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