3 important days of my life
10 april 2000: the day i graduated from two life lessons (see previous post)
11 april 2006: the day i finished my national service
12 april 2006: my first day at the school of my kids and dis.
warning: emo posts ahead for these 3 days.
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been feeling a little unwell lately, but recovered quickly. perhaps it was due a lack of sleep, yet not much work seem to have been cleared. decided to take leave from all my stuff yesterday and today. it's been almost a week since i slept properly on the bed, instead of half on the chair or on the floor. finally stepped into amk library after almost a month, to read recreationally. i need my weekly dose of flipping through some random facts that interest me at that moment. turn out there is a "dummies guide to sustainable living". that will make a great learning portfolio entry.
the final years have commanded. somehow, i don't feel as emotional about it as with the final years who commanded last year. perhaps i'm not so close to them, or the previous batch of final years are the ones who really showed me what hall life is about and gave me a platform to show the hall what i'm capable of. or perhaps, after they've left, i realised that everyone move on with life. all those tears, all those friendship, are just a fragment of memory when theirs and our lives have moved on.
room results came out too. i didn't get a room, much to the shock of some people. apparently, i missed the cut off by a measly 1 or 2 points. somehow, i didn't feel much about it. perhaps there aren't much people left in hall for me to come back for. it somehow got me thinking about what hall means to me.
i'm no longer able to say i love it, like i would in year 1. perhaps the distance from those whom i'm closer to, made me felt this way. but do i still feel for this place? the answer is yes.
it feels like running. somehow at the start, every thing was great. somehow in the middle, every thing begins to feel tiring and the feeling of giving up keeps pounding on the mind. somehow it is near to the end, can we find the energy to start sprinting and enjoy the joy of running again, till the euphoria of the finishing line.
perhaps i'm right in the middle. but i'm not going to give it up.
11 april 2006: the day i finished my national service
12 april 2006: my first day at the school of my kids and dis.
warning: emo posts ahead for these 3 days.
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been feeling a little unwell lately, but recovered quickly. perhaps it was due a lack of sleep, yet not much work seem to have been cleared. decided to take leave from all my stuff yesterday and today. it's been almost a week since i slept properly on the bed, instead of half on the chair or on the floor. finally stepped into amk library after almost a month, to read recreationally. i need my weekly dose of flipping through some random facts that interest me at that moment. turn out there is a "dummies guide to sustainable living". that will make a great learning portfolio entry.
the final years have commanded. somehow, i don't feel as emotional about it as with the final years who commanded last year. perhaps i'm not so close to them, or the previous batch of final years are the ones who really showed me what hall life is about and gave me a platform to show the hall what i'm capable of. or perhaps, after they've left, i realised that everyone move on with life. all those tears, all those friendship, are just a fragment of memory when theirs and our lives have moved on.
room results came out too. i didn't get a room, much to the shock of some people. apparently, i missed the cut off by a measly 1 or 2 points. somehow, i didn't feel much about it. perhaps there aren't much people left in hall for me to come back for. it somehow got me thinking about what hall means to me.
i'm no longer able to say i love it, like i would in year 1. perhaps the distance from those whom i'm closer to, made me felt this way. but do i still feel for this place? the answer is yes.
it feels like running. somehow at the start, every thing was great. somehow in the middle, every thing begins to feel tiring and the feeling of giving up keeps pounding on the mind. somehow it is near to the end, can we find the energy to start sprinting and enjoy the joy of running again, till the euphoria of the finishing line.
perhaps i'm right in the middle. but i'm not going to give it up.
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