It's always difficult for people to realise the hardship others went through. It is even more tough to express it through words unless you are indeed a person who is very literate, having a excellent command of your language. Well, ever since i was born, there have been many disasters happened throughout these years, yet non of them touches me more than this. I'm not very sure why i'm so emotional this time. Or maybe it's a time, a period of change, a moment of transformation in myself to realise the preciousness of lives. We always see people complainings this and that, most of the time, we ignored or maybe on the contrary, support them. Now that i have regretted, i regret to complain when i see the determination of victims and the casualties been buried under tonnes and tonnes of rubble. The burden on them were then actually not an obstacle, they were the stepping stones to spur their will to live on. They put their trust on the army who work almost 24hours around the clock trying to salvage any form of lives within the piles of collapse houses and office buildings. Often, we see the lack of purpose of studying, or it's too bored doing it day after day,week after week, year after yeart. Yet when we compare ourselves to those people to die holding a pen in their hand...... i could feel the shame on myself as if someone just gave me a tight slap across my cheeks. It'a a wake up call. Treasure our chance, cherish the opportunites, make use of every second that we have while our hands are still warm and capable of making a difference not only to us,it's to others around us. Our purpose of life sometimes is not only for us, it's for others too! I see stories of a man struggle through 30 years doing the same job alone. When people asked him what spur him to stay at his post for this long, what's your purpose of life then? The man answer was simply, it's for my family.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 Sometimes, i think maybe we went overboard.
Sometimes, i think we are undoubtedly not appreciative.
Sometimes, i believe we are genuinely incorrigible.
Sometimes, it appears to me that whether the kind of education we are having in the school is making us a better person(this should be the gist) or just, basically, a studying machines.
Four fruitful years in school, it's time for us to pause and ponder whether the actions we have done reflects a correct, socially accepted behaviours on us. What the school have taught us through these four years, the values it try to instill into us, are we digesting and make use of them in our life?
Honestly, it was a bad day for me. I felt so frustrated(even though i am very thankful for the efforts of the HCL teachers) to be practising Chinese works in a place that is not conducive for learning. Despite such a frustration, we were truthfully last minutes workers and always pushing to the limits. If the teachers do not push us now, they will not have the chance later in the year.
It's five months into this brand new year of hope, yet, besides physically drained, I'm mentally exhausted from all the activities around me. I can proudly announce that sleeping is the best leisure of all, including DOTA! It's not that i do not have the interest to play but i simply cannot find a time to start. Every hour, every minute and every second i have shall mend for revisions and more revisions. This time i spent on blogging is also an expense from my Addition Mathematics November Paper 2.
Of course, besides everything on practising, what i want to talk about will be our dear sports class.
A promising yet disappointing class i supposed. Promising that we have been always bringing glories to a school that has never known for excellence in the field of sports. Contradictorily, we have been a disappointment in academic and behaviour. I wonder what is the use to have some black sheep that only brings sports excellence yet fail to behave like a normal, know-what-to-do-at-the-right-time people. It is such a paradox for the programme. It is a disgrace for the class to have people who only think so much about themselves, fuck his individualism, fuck off okay. FUCKING OFF for making stupid comments on others when he himself is a bastard. I never detest some people so much till i heard they rymth lines in criticism on a teachers who have put in SO much efforts to guide us. She a someone who never fail to have a thought for others. Yet, she has such discrimination in return. Bunch of bastards...... What is so fun to make fun of teachers?
