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February 2009 |
Saturday, February 7, 2009 |
Currently inactive
Sorry... Currently using spaces... Till the Sr2scA trend shifts in favour of blogspot. Till then, TTFN  8:38 PM Monday, December 22, 2008 |
Regular Updates
Updates on my life: 1) Most importantly – I have no cell phone. 2) I am going to 3) I have not done my Christmas shopping. 7:00 PM |
Non 'Detailish' Details
I’m choosing not to write about the pool party and Genting trip. This isn’t because both the events weren’t significant enough but because I’m plain lazy. There are just too many details to cover. Even though I don’t wanna forget the ‘detailish’ (learnt this new non-existent word from Bugs) details, I really don’t want to rely on writing things down to remember. 6:45 PM Thursday, December 11, 2008 |
Regular Updates
Updates on my life: 1) I’m learning to play barre chords. (God knows how long this will take…) 2) I’m starting to work on my book. (This will seriously take forever...) 3) I’m reading ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ and ‘She’s Got The Beat’ 12:13 PM |
Part of 41
A certain melancholy seems to trail this matter. Sometimes, it lasts for only a few minutes. Other times, a few hours… Or maybe even a few days. I know it is inevitable. I know there is nothing I can do about it. Yet, at times, I can’t help but to mourn over the very thought of us parting. Lately, these thoughts have become more and more stubborn because at each passing day, it seems harder and harder to shrug off. Now it’s time to give back what I owe… I was screaming like a total lunatic. I was clapping as hard and loud as I could, hoping that they would somehow hear my pride and support through my applause. I knew they couldn’t. In the corner or my eye, I could see my teacher gasp in horror as I completely tarnish my reputation, hers, and the school’s… Something that I have worked very hard to build. Somehow, I felt it was worth it. As if an explanation to my temporary insanity, I calmly said: ‘That’s my class.’ To my surprise, she gave in her logic to my seemingly insufficient reason and replied: ‘Wow! No wonder. Your class is really…’ ‘I know,’ rudely interrupting her sentence. I didn’t know what was coming. I just knew that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be enough. _____________________________________________________ Honestly, I do admire how my fellow classmates could write about this class as if it were a living being… how they could ignite the fire in our hearts by using simple words with a whole lot of sincerity embedded in it. I can’t do that. They made Sr2scA evolve into being more than just a name or a class. It became like some sort of spirit – of courage, of hope, of passion. Sr2scA is not as perfect as everyone says it is. It may even be far from it but this is secluded by the extent that our fellow classmates would go to defend it. As much as some dislike this class, I know that they would walk through fire for it. As for the students, I have not seen that much potential in others as I see in them. I just know that they are meant for great things. At this very moment, many are struggling with the parting of best friends and their indecisive future, but they will pull through. We will pull through. I never liked statistics. It demeans us. Even so, I am proud to be part of 41. This class got me to where I am. And I, am forever grateful. _____________________________________________________ Sentimental stuff aside… This essay didn’t turn out as good as I thought it would be… Sorry… Lately, I have this sudden urge to write things down. My previous blog is too depressing. So… Welcome to my new blog! I’ll be pinning down thoughts and writing down memories as often as I can. 12:00 PM |