today's schedule:
wake up at 9+
use comp, eat breakfast...
10.30: leave house for bishan to return library bks
11.30 - 1.50: jap lesson
2-5.30: scrapbook workshop
6.30-7.30: piano lesson
7.30-8: dinner
8-9.30: music prac for sec 2 church camp
9.30 - sleep: bathe, blog, do jap homework. stuff~
sooooo busy omg. rush from here to there. ate lunch while walking from shaw to wheelock for SDU. so i'm quite tired. but there's also this sense of fulfillment and joy. cos i'm doing the things i want to do =)
and this is a glimpse of what life should be like isn't it? to find out what we want to do and pour our heart and soul into it. being tired is inevitable; we use energy in pursuing our dreams. but instead of being drained, we return revitalized, refreshed and recharged for the next round. to wake up each day and feel excited about our day, even though it's packed and rushed and completely full.
i know that this is transient. perhaps i'll even burn out by the 2nd or 3rd week (hopefully not). but this appetizer refuels all the desires for the banquet that life has to offer. to wander after fleeting visions of beauty. to chase the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
except reality nails us right down, like crucifixion. 3 long pinning nails - expectations, necessities and duties. they nail us to a prosaic and plebeian cross of frustration, disillusionment and insipidity.
and so we become martyrs for what? for life. and her little ironies.
tired, but happy, eh jas? tired... but happy. =)
p.s. we have to laugh off our own cynicism. it's e only way we get past it. it's e only way we allow hope to remain as that candle in the wind, shining like a thousand splendid suns. cos brightness is relative see? it's not dependent on the power or intensity of the light, but the darkness of the gloom that surrounds it. the darker the night is, the more the light will illuminate. that's the quaint way in which hope works - the glimmer of hope is starkest when the pitch black of despair envelops us.
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
today's schedule:
wake up at 9+
use comp, eat breakfast...
10.30: leave house for bishan to return library bks
11.30 - 1.50: jap lesson
2-5.30: scrapbook workshop
6.30-7.30: piano lesson
7.30-8: dinner
8-9.30: music prac for sec 2 church camp
9.30 - sleep: bathe, blog, do jap homework. stuff~
sooooo busy omg. rush from here to there. ate lunch while walking from shaw to wheelock for SDU. so i'm quite tired. but there's also this sense of fulfillment and joy. cos i'm doing the things i want to do =)
and this is a glimpse of what life should be like isn't it? to find out what we want to do and pour our heart and soul into it. being tired is inevitable; we use energy in pursuing our dreams. but instead of being drained, we return revitalized, refreshed and recharged for the next round. to wake up each day and feel excited about our day, even though it's packed and rushed and completely full.
i know that this is transient. perhaps i'll even burn out by the 2nd or 3rd week (hopefully not). but this appetizer refuels all the desires for the banquet that life has to offer. to wander after fleeting visions of beauty. to chase the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
except reality nails us right down, like crucifixion. 3 long pinning nails - expectations, necessities and duties. they nail us to a prosaic and plebeian cross of frustration, disillusionment and insipidity.
and so we become martyrs for what? for life. and her little ironies.
tired, but happy, eh jas? tired... but happy. =)
p.s. we have to laugh off our own cynicism. it's e only way we get past it. it's e only way we allow hope to remain as that candle in the wind, shining like a thousand splendid suns. cos brightness is relative see? it's not dependent on the power or intensity of the light, but the darkness of the gloom that surrounds it. the darker the night is, the more the light will illuminate. that's the quaint way in which hope works - the glimmer of hope is starkest when the pitch black of despair envelops us.