To conclude the last day of may… happy birthday to Melissa!
Homework still sucks.
Watching Simpsons online help me to kill boredom.
Watching this girl on youtube makes me feel that she should have been a victim of the Sichuan Earthquake. Such blasphemy, gawr.
I am dying for Black Kids’ album release in July! I’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you is a great song, with a great music video!
And, I want a Nintendo DS to play Pokemon Diamond!
Geraldine, Kaiyan and I invaded J.E KBOX after economics make-up class this morning. They very zi-high, lol. Anyways, today will probably be the last day we will see our economics teacher, Mr Tan, in JJC ’cause he is leaving to where the grass is greener on the other side. Great teacher, really, such a pity he has to leave. But good luck dude!
(Yilin, this is for you as I said I would *evil*) Fries Voodoo, hehe.
Usually I don’t get so tired at KBOX but today really was a tiring one. I guess it because of school stuffs (excuses, bleh) and there is really tons of homework! I didn’t knew about them until yesterday: history essay, gp essay, chinese essay, maths tutorial, economics tutorial…. damn damn damn.
My sister came to my room earlier and asked me what is “elastic.” After I explained to her, she was concluding that “so an object is elastic cause it makes a scratch on the bottle?” That left me dumbfounded until I look at the question. I think this is why primary school science questions sucks: of the 4 choices in a MCQ, 2 are irrelevant, 2 are closely related which one is obviously… not possible.
I shall dedicate my friday to homeworks =) Tonight will still be, slack.
Dream lives on for quake students
Zhu Mingli has stitches on his face and hands. He and his disabled parents survived the earthquake, but mum and dad lie injured in hospital. The boy is trying to revise but he cannot focus.
His family, however, depend on him for their future. He says that there is no choice but to be brave.
“I feel the stress, of course - but I must transform this stress into motivation.”
I have briefly quoted a part of the article that I think really meant a lot. When I read it, there’s this sense of shame I feel somehow.
Sometimes we would complain that the air-con in the classroom is darn cold, or the tables are too unstable for us to concentrate well. Consider this fact that these students who are suffering from the aftermath of the earthquake still has the desire to study, and the traumas that haunt them are far more distracting that what we are complaining about.
How many of us can do this?
I would always say “come on, they are doing this cause something bad happened to them. We might have done the same if we’re in the plight!” under normal circumstances, but I guess this issue really woke me up. This is how I tackle statements which shows how pathetic we are when we waste food with reference to third-world countries - we are in different situation so how can we draw comparison?
We don’t really need to be the same as them, so strong-willed and matured, but we can be better off if we try to be like them. This brings me to another issue, so read this which I have found circulating around text messages and emails:
真是佩服李白，在唐朝就知道今年奥运、地震了:
北暮苍山兰舟四，
京无落霞缀清川。
奥年叶落缘分地，
运水微漾人却震。前四个字 - 北京奥运
后四个字 - 四川地震
Funny and irritating how people can make fun of stuffs like that. Anyways, it is not real, get a life.
Last night I chatted with Bighead and I realized that I have been searching for something motivational, something to get me off my ass and start doing things that is significant and not random. I don’t need to be the best, but I would like to see myself improving. Expected of a lazy bum, eh?
Some people have found their motivation in different ways, some through results and some through money. Neither worked for me, so I am still on my way.
Guess this desktop wallpaper serves as a reminder: Every cloud has a silver lining. Literally, it means that even the most difficult times lead to better days. So, be hopeful!
I never thought I would die at home, but I guess I eventually would if I continue to rot at home.
