its a new semester and the final year... for some, its the final semester. so where do we go from here, lets all keep in touch and remain friends alright?
it feels like it has only been a year, and yet, we have been through a lot. some bonds were forged, some were weakened, though very much cherished.
so many things have happened in these few years of my university life and i wouldn't have changed anything, for they are what have made me today.
these two months of lifebuilding courses, thank you boss, thank you szerk, thank you everyone, for showing me the love, concern and guidance to get my life right.
there are many challenges that await me and i look forward to enjoying the challenges.
where shall i walk from here?
where shall we walk from here?
In You I trust and give my heart.
Lord, open the eyes of my heart.
I pray....
Showing posts with label lessons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lessons. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, October 26, 2007
mid terms
got them all back...
pleasantly (not) pleased with myself (ie: i feel dumb and stupid)
mis-read instructions and answered out of point for my philo essay, though i still passed, i dont know how
missed vowel sounds for my japanese resulting in major loss in marks
misinterpreted and copied the critical values wrongly for metrics
drew graphs wrongly for micro
i need sleep. hate these careless mistakes.
da capo is tmr.. time flies~ hope it goes well and i'll at least have something to look forward to cheering myself up over the weekend.
something good to end the entry i guess: grade A for my EC2373 paper! my FIRST and ONLY A that i've received so far in NUS. >.< though the final grade is still murky right now...
pleasantly (not) pleased with myself (ie: i feel dumb and stupid)
mis-read instructions and answered out of point for my philo essay, though i still passed, i dont know how
missed vowel sounds for my japanese resulting in major loss in marks
misinterpreted and copied the critical values wrongly for metrics
drew graphs wrongly for micro
i need sleep. hate these careless mistakes.
da capo is tmr.. time flies~ hope it goes well and i'll at least have something to look forward to cheering myself up over the weekend.
something good to end the entry i guess: grade A for my EC2373 paper! my FIRST and ONLY A that i've received so far in NUS. >.< though the final grade is still murky right now...
Monday, September 17, 2007
mid sem break
is just around the corner so its time to get down and lock down things studies wise.
35 more days to O levels. stop freaking out would you? you are freaking me out too!
35 more days to O levels. stop freaking out would you? you are freaking me out too!
Sunday, September 9, 2007
(do not stand at my grave and weep)
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRnBtvjuYRg < embedding is disabled, so here's a link instead
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRnBtvjuYRg < embedding is disabled, so here's a link instead
Saturday, May 5, 2007
from char's blog... life lessons
The first day of school our Professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids.'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and not do anything I will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And just for the sake of it, char went to google the lyrics for "The Rose".
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one, who won’t be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lives a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose
I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids.'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.
She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, 'We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and not do anything I will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.
One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.
We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
And just for the sake of it, char went to google the lyrics for "The Rose".
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one, who won’t be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lives a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose
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