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Reflection

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It is saddening to realize how our four-year journey has come to an end just in the twinkling of an eye. A twinkling? Not really if we take into accounts those many moments in which we were virtually tortured to death...lolz...but now that the storm is almost over, we can look back with nostalgia and even laugh reflectively...Well, obviously those who have never mingled with us will never understand how much fun and joy we have had. Our classroom-- or maybe classrooms lah...--is not just a room. It is a place of comfort. It is a place where we all interact more than just on academic basis. We are like the school celebrities lolz...We are active both academically and in extracurricular fields...I remember those two skits into which we dedicated so much time and effort, and sometimes we even broke into verbal arguments over some details about the skits...When we graduate we will leave with those memories in our heads, and maybe because intimacy exists among us, it is very hard psych

What A Day!!!

Just got back from IFL. Because of the whole plethora of distracting sources so prevailing in almost every corner at home, I had to drag myself off the bed and traveled all the way from my house to school. I spent about one hour going over this chapter in TM textbook about score interpretation at the pool. Buzzes of talks were here and there around me. They became totally deafening! Those students were definitely inconsiderate, i must say. So I packed up my stuffs and headed upstairs to the foyer. From the landing where I was standing, which was like some 20 meters away from the study area, I could already hear those groups of four or five students chatting away, each with a laptop on the lap. And i was like, "Oh no! There is no other more conducive place for self-study?". Of course the idea of going to the library popped into my head. But after a few steps towards the library, I saw the librarian turn off the lights and everything, and lock the door. Damn it, i thought. I di

The end. The destination.

The end. The destination. There is a whole world of difference in terms of how you feel when you are on the journey, wishing you would land wherever you are supposed to land soon, and when you are there at your anticipated destination. True enough, there is nothing exciting nor great about reaching the end or the destination. The end actually means the edge of a cliff. Take one further step and you will fall down and hurt yourself real bad, and believe it or not, it is at this point that you cast a quick nostalgic glance through those aboard moments during your journey longing for those passed seconds. Then you start asking yourself silly questions. What the heck am i doing here? How can i possibly get to the other side without cracking my skull open? For the first time in your life, you feel so scared and so lost, and all you need now is someone with such great wisdom to guide you. Unfortunately reality can be very harsh. There is no fairy Godmother who just comes out of the blue, and

Philosophy of Life

This is something i came across, and immediately after i read the first few lines, i was already under the impression that this is quite inspiring, so I'd like to share this with all of you, especially with those who view life in a negative way. So my philosophy of life is that it is a hallway with no dead end. On and on we walk, we run, we sometimes trudge...Each day is enriched with what and who we come across in the hallway. Surprises are held in store for us as we continue the journey... THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE Be patient, Be open minded. Smile often, Savor special moments. Make new friends.... Rediscover the old ones. Tell them that you love them... And when you love them, Feel it deeply. Ignore worries, forget problems, Pardon enemies, keep promises. If you get more than one chance, try again. Prize your good ideas. Try not to make mistakes, And if you do, learn from them. Be crazy. Appreciate miracles when they happen. Notice where the sun is in the sky, Listen to the rain. W

Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats left. Except for Love. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

A piece of heart

My chest was being pierced through and slashed, with each step she took towards Him. Don't be weak! Pull yourself together . Tears suddenly sprang to my eyes. Come on, be strong! BE STRONG! I was using the remaining strength in my entire body to hold them back. Not now, please! Not in her presence! After two more heavy steps, she came to a halt. Then she swiveled her head around slowly, her beautiful silky hair framing her tear-stained face. Her lips stretched delicately to form a smile. Her last smile ever, maybe... "Thank you" was all she said to me. "Thank you" was echoing in my head over and over and over. "Thank you"? That's it? "Thank you", and then you walk out on me like that? With all my might, i forced a smile and nodded. Please don't go! Please! I'd do anything! Please! The lump in my throat seemed to be enlarging. My entire body began shaking. Before i totally lost grip on myself, i turned my back to her, every inch o

The End of THIS Week

I AM FREED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This long arduous week has finally reached its dead end. What a relief! And guess what? I HAVE SURVIVED...after being tormented both physically and psychologically by those many tests, quizzes, and the notoriously flesh-cutting research article critique. If any was to be given a Gold Medal in recognition of how bloodthirsty one can be, it would be none other than my "well-loved" AL lecturer!!!! Well, i am of course fully aware of how beneficial all those assignments, especially the article critique, can be to me in the long run, but all i am asking for is just some break in between the administration of each task so that we would not be as drained as we are now. Anyway, as a reward for all the hard work, i have just purchased four Chicken Soup books to peruse at home since they were displayed for sale at a very low price. I love those Chicken Soup series. Collections of inspiring stories are compiled together, and there are some really