The Bad thing about Mac, is that somehow, there is no easy editing "board" thingy when the window for new post opens on Mac. In short- its quite difficult to change anything about the font, which makes for rather boring reading.
Anyway, the prelim results are out. What's over is over and what matters now is the Os.
I am NOT WORKING HARD ENOUGH!
There is no sense of desperation or exhaustion, in fact I'm happily wasting my time.
By why am I even bothering to say this? Kiasu people will rejoice that "OH GOOD! One more person is not studying, less competition!" Suspicious people would wonder "Is this psychological warfare? Is that why you are saying this?" While some people just heck care, "Why tell me? You study your business wat" Never Mind. That was just to confuse people
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
End of Exams
If you knew then what it is that you know now, what would you have done differently? If you had known, from the very beginning, what you would find at the end of your life, how would you have changed it? Would you have changed it? Throughout the years, I have asked myself the same questions and each time, the answers remained the same. There are some things in this life, that are worth the price. They are worth every moment of pain, every second of despair, every sacrifice you make. And long after you have lost the will to continue, when you feel as if you will break from the pain, that which you fight so desperately for will sustain you. If you find that you do not understand what I am speaking of, you need only know that the day will come when you do.
Finally, the prelims are over! Everytime there are exams, I get the urge to think, which is extremely inconvenient. When there are exams, it seems as if all life stops, and the days and night blend into hours of desperate, frantic cramming. And when that happens, I yearn for silent nights, the quiet talks. Theres something nagging at my mind, but I can't put it into words.
But somehow, theres a comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. There's no longer the desperate need to tell someone, anyone; no need to wonder if one's thoughts would be mocked as strange, weird. But with that comfort, there's the loss of the previous desperate need to prove oneself, to survive and triumph in an unfeeling and unseeing world. For when you know there are others that sense, the world is no longer that cold.
mood: reflective
Finally, the prelims are over! Everytime there are exams, I get the urge to think, which is extremely inconvenient. When there are exams, it seems as if all life stops, and the days and night blend into hours of desperate, frantic cramming. And when that happens, I yearn for silent nights, the quiet talks. Theres something nagging at my mind, but I can't put it into words.
But somehow, theres a comfort in knowing that I'm not alone. There's no longer the desperate need to tell someone, anyone; no need to wonder if one's thoughts would be mocked as strange, weird. But with that comfort, there's the loss of the previous desperate need to prove oneself, to survive and triumph in an unfeeling and unseeing world. For when you know there are others that sense, the world is no longer that cold.
mood: reflective
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