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Saturday, August 29, 2009
A busy week has flew past. Common test week has been an adrenaline-pumping 5 days. For once, my math tests didn't bring me down to my knees. Took my English Comprehension test this Friday, I can only keep my fingers crossed. And while my Chinese test results weren't exactly bad, but I was expecting better. Scored high marks throughout the paper but was brought down by 3 MCQ questions which slashed away 6 marks. Do I sound overly ambitious? I hope not. Just that I didn't want to feel as if all my late-night sleeping had gone to waste.
Tests aside... Oh yea, did anyone know that the German plural of 'tests' is 'testes'? I confirmed it once with Shahir, the only German Language student in our school. That was somehow random, just thought of it suddenly... Forgive my crudeness. But anyway, the week's significance held more than just test(e)s alone. It seemed an unlikely week for life lessons, but it happened.
Want of recognition
Not many of us are willing to set upon a task without desiring credit for our work. We study hard so that we could get high marks and to earn that look of admiration. No? "No, we study so we gain knowledge." Bullshit. Humble pie isn't easily edible. Even Mr Sam agrees that it's only natural that a person can get very arrogant after several successes. It's the matter of controlling it. Now, these are those who succeed. What about those who don't but want to? Note that I'm not just talking about academics alone. Jealousy sets in, and that in turn spurs healthy competition. Or does it?
I'm sure the feeling of feeling ignored and isolated even after putting in much effort isn't foreign to most of us. That's what I meant by 'want of recognition'. It's that depressing feeling that what you do doesn't matter to anyone else. Depressing indeed. And the solution would be to aim towards that goal with a different approach, a more noticeable approach which would earn yourself more reputation. To achieve this, some criticise others and put them down so that themselves can feel superior, even if it's just an illusion. Some are orthodox and continue to improve themselves through hard work. While there's the final type who confronts their worst rivals up straight by coercing or intimidation, this is due to their feelings of indignance. I've seen and interacted with all three types of people, and yet it isn't at all times pleasant. However, no matter how others treat you, doesn't mean that you have to be affected by it. Keep yourself in high spirits, and the other party's purpose would be defeated.
Finally, how come I said that this had something to do with what happened this week? We were required to study a chapter in our chinese textbook, whereby the author of that short story was one who despised all others and felt that they carried an intolerable number of flaws. The revelation came when she realised that she, may not have been that perfect after all. One line in the story sums it all, "你，如果做不成伟人，至少也可以像我那样敲敲蛤蜊，学会做个友善的人。“ If you can't gain recognition through achievements, recognition does come through the form of having happy relations as well.
Jealousy
Earlier on, I mentioned 'jealousy'. I don't know about you all, but this word strikes dislike in me. It means that instead of feeling delighted for a fellow human who has done well, you feel hate for someone who has done you no harm except did something which you could not do. In fact, this word strikes an ugly truth in most of us. Something so distasteful that I felt it was neccessary for this to deserve a whole topic title on its own. God knows how many murders, how many schemes have been plotted, and how many relationships broken based on this alone. What makes it worse that jealousy is only often a product of misunderstandings. Causing unneccessary harm. An emotion so powerful cannot be so effortlessly tamed...
Teacher's Day is coming. A whole harem of great teachers await our thanks, and I better start thinking of what gifts to get for certain teachers.
Tests aside... Oh yea, did anyone know that the German plural of 'tests' is 'testes'? I confirmed it once with Shahir, the only German Language student in our school. That was somehow random, just thought of it suddenly... Forgive my crudeness. But anyway, the week's significance held more than just test(e)s alone. It seemed an unlikely week for life lessons, but it happened.
Want of recognition
Not many of us are willing to set upon a task without desiring credit for our work. We study hard so that we could get high marks and to earn that look of admiration. No? "No, we study so we gain knowledge." Bullshit. Humble pie isn't easily edible. Even Mr Sam agrees that it's only natural that a person can get very arrogant after several successes. It's the matter of controlling it. Now, these are those who succeed. What about those who don't but want to? Note that I'm not just talking about academics alone. Jealousy sets in, and that in turn spurs healthy competition. Or does it?
I'm sure the feeling of feeling ignored and isolated even after putting in much effort isn't foreign to most of us. That's what I meant by 'want of recognition'. It's that depressing feeling that what you do doesn't matter to anyone else. Depressing indeed. And the solution would be to aim towards that goal with a different approach, a more noticeable approach which would earn yourself more reputation. To achieve this, some criticise others and put them down so that themselves can feel superior, even if it's just an illusion. Some are orthodox and continue to improve themselves through hard work. While there's the final type who confronts their worst rivals up straight by coercing or intimidation, this is due to their feelings of indignance. I've seen and interacted with all three types of people, and yet it isn't at all times pleasant. However, no matter how others treat you, doesn't mean that you have to be affected by it. Keep yourself in high spirits, and the other party's purpose would be defeated.
Finally, how come I said that this had something to do with what happened this week? We were required to study a chapter in our chinese textbook, whereby the author of that short story was one who despised all others and felt that they carried an intolerable number of flaws. The revelation came when she realised that she, may not have been that perfect after all. One line in the story sums it all, "你，如果做不成伟人，至少也可以像我那样敲敲蛤蜊，学会做个友善的人。“ If you can't gain recognition through achievements, recognition does come through the form of having happy relations as well.
Jealousy
Earlier on, I mentioned 'jealousy'. I don't know about you all, but this word strikes dislike in me. It means that instead of feeling delighted for a fellow human who has done well, you feel hate for someone who has done you no harm except did something which you could not do. In fact, this word strikes an ugly truth in most of us. Something so distasteful that I felt it was neccessary for this to deserve a whole topic title on its own. God knows how many murders, how many schemes have been plotted, and how many relationships broken based on this alone. What makes it worse that jealousy is only often a product of misunderstandings. Causing unneccessary harm. An emotion so powerful cannot be so effortlessly tamed...
Teacher's Day is coming. A whole harem of great teachers await our thanks, and I better start thinking of what gifts to get for certain teachers.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Butterfly in my tender hands
Being happy alone isn't happiness,
Smiling by myself merely shows emptiness.
How could I have been so careless?
Was I wrong to release such beauty from my fingers' caress?
If you were that fluttering butterfly,
Delicate wings with feelers so dry.
Would you have enjoyed the warmth of my hand more?
Or detest me for making your wings sore?
Your loneliness spurs my heart's longing,
The breeze provides little consolation,
You fly forward in search of better flowers,
Rowing across the ocean filled with swirling waters,
A lone man follows behind as your protector.
But his dilemmas are no better.
Fear of crushing you in my palms,
Letting you go, I have no qualms.
Each of us shall retreat into our own realms...
Heartbreak Cliff
Upon Heartbreak Cliff,
Our promises lay engraved on a gleaming rock.
Our love leaves behind its traces as only myths,
I remember that day as a sky with pure white doves in flocks.
My first love had sparked here,
My first kiss happened here,
I made the most important decision of my life here,
But that very hope was also crushed,
Here.
Standing upon the edge this time,
The feeling was truly different.
Had I not ended this earlier,
The eventual conclusion would have been no less similar.
My love was not to be worthy enough,
Allowed myself an uneasy cough.
Can almost feel my legs being lifted off.
I closed my eyes,
I jumped off Heartbreak Cliff.
End~
Really felt like scribbling something down, no matter even if I was writing down nonsense. Haven't been myself recently. Or am I always like this? Never mind, try and let it pass.
Came across Genie Zhuo Wen Xuan's songs recently. What an angelic voice, absolutely mesmerising. There's this one difference between male and female singers, male singers can sometimes be more expressive in their voices, but the vocals of females have this unique way of soothing you. And don't even get me started on her looks. Whew.
Finally, it's time for games in tomorrow's P.E lesson. It's my first time in months! I miss sports and games...
Being happy alone isn't happiness,
Smiling by myself merely shows emptiness.
How could I have been so careless?
Was I wrong to release such beauty from my fingers' caress?
If you were that fluttering butterfly,
Delicate wings with feelers so dry.
Would you have enjoyed the warmth of my hand more?
Or detest me for making your wings sore?
Your loneliness spurs my heart's longing,
The breeze provides little consolation,
You fly forward in search of better flowers,
Rowing across the ocean filled with swirling waters,
A lone man follows behind as your protector.
But his dilemmas are no better.
Fear of crushing you in my palms,
Letting you go, I have no qualms.
Each of us shall retreat into our own realms...
Heartbreak Cliff
Upon Heartbreak Cliff,
Our promises lay engraved on a gleaming rock.
Our love leaves behind its traces as only myths,
I remember that day as a sky with pure white doves in flocks.
My first love had sparked here,
My first kiss happened here,
I made the most important decision of my life here,
But that very hope was also crushed,
Here.
Standing upon the edge this time,
The feeling was truly different.
Had I not ended this earlier,
The eventual conclusion would have been no less similar.
My love was not to be worthy enough,
Allowed myself an uneasy cough.
Can almost feel my legs being lifted off.
I closed my eyes,
I jumped off Heartbreak Cliff.
End~
Really felt like scribbling something down, no matter even if I was writing down nonsense. Haven't been myself recently. Or am I always like this? Never mind, try and let it pass.
Came across Genie Zhuo Wen Xuan's songs recently. What an angelic voice, absolutely mesmerising. There's this one difference between male and female singers, male singers can sometimes be more expressive in their voices, but the vocals of females have this unique way of soothing you. And don't even get me started on her looks. Whew.
Finally, it's time for games in tomorrow's P.E lesson. It's my first time in months! I miss sports and games...
Friday, August 21, 2009
And eventually, the school week draws to an end. Just like an anxious wait for the bathtub to finish draining itself and then rushing off for bed. Taking away all the day's troubles with the flowing water, the smell of shower foam pleasantly permeates your nose. You look at your saturated hair in the misted mirror, and proceeds to dry it off. And you wonder, how many times have I stared at myself in this mirror? When were the times your eyes contained sadness in them? And when were the times when a sparkling reflection of yourself presented itself? My tired soles find solace in the cool, flower-patterned floor tiles, and the ceramic walls seem to smile at me with vibrant blue, releasing the tension built up over a busy day. Never mind me, I'm just fantasizing about my dream bathroom. Yes, this is only fiction.Stepping out onto a carpeted floor in the bedroom. The air-conditioner sends over its envoys of relaxation, and lavender fills the air. Having just bathed, the temperature is a bit chilly, but I like it. This way, I can crawl under my blanket, forgo everything and let this piece of fabric be my protection from the cold. One often forgets about the significance of little, small things around us. I do, too. And it's only ocassionally recall that I still have many loving people and things to fall back upon. From the comfort of my majestically white, plastic bedframe and light green blanket, my curious eyes look around the room, taking everything in once more with a voracious pore as if it was the first time laying my eyes upon this room. Isn't that...Isn't that the picture I took with my younger brother 20 years ago? I can still remember, he was only a year old, and that picture was taken to let the memory of the my first time carrying him be captured onto photos. It is still a luxury to look upon it now. Sigh, the lamp emitting a gentle glow of yellow is still working, huh? Just as well, I couldn't bear to replace it anyway, my mother bought it as a housewarming gift for me when I purchased my first house. The light bulb may not be fluorescent and does not assert eco-friendliness, but this yellow glow has already become the image which I see everytime I slowly drift into the cradles of sleep. Bringing into my dreams, my dear family, and the smile on my mother's pretty little face when she gave me this heartwarming present.
Tonight, I find that sleep eludes me prankishly. Without switching on the lights, I felt my way down the corridor and carefully descended the stairs. Why I did not just simply turn on the lights, you may wonder. Actually, it's just a cranky habit I've gotten since I was small. My father used to tease me a lot on my fear of darkness, his favourite comments included, "What? Are you afraid you'll touch a hoky-poky?", "Don't think I'll let you go to sleep on your bed if you don't help me throw out tonight's rubbish. You'll sleep IN the rubbish.". I chuckled then, laughing at the fact that darkness is like my second eyesight now, it brings serenity within myself. I wanted to say at that thought, "Father, can I throw the rubbish now?". Winks.
Downstairs at the kitchen, I got myself a glass of warm milk. It's a strategy my mother used to make me carry out every night, saying that it helps to bring about drowsiness. I listened to my own gulping at I downed the milk greedily, and knew that my mother was always right, always wanted the best for me. Good ol' mommy.
Out of all the furniture in my house, only my dining table stands out, but not really in a positive way. The whole thing was made of wood, and was chipped, splintered, and old. Although it was the most 'retro' piece of furnitureware inside this modern terraced house, it was also the one which held a lot of my pride. Because, I made this table together with my brother and father through manual labour four autumns ago. And now, it is the first day of autumn, how coincidental for me to be reminded of it now. A stray oak leaf had drifted in from outside, and the orange piece landed softly on the dining table. Considering that it was only the first day of autumn, the trees shed their leaves quite early. A refreshing change from all the years before. For once, I realised that however strange it is for a leaf to turn orange from its original colour of green, it is still unarguably ravishing. But sometimes I really prefer it to have remained green always, signalling that the long, hard winter shall never come. But when snowflakes fall as appointed, I know that nature has decided fate, never to be revised. But could change really mean the end, mayhap not. Acceptance to this change was also the sole reason why I could hang on till now, but the future remains misted.
The narrator in this short story is called John. His whole family, including his parents, brother, and an uncle were unmercifully clawed away by the grasps of death four winters ago by an unfortunate earthquake while on holiday in Japan, Tokyo.
I still have not yet completed my Newspaper Report from English class, yet here I am, writing some other narrative. Actually, just wanted to prove something. Not a Trigo. Identity, please. By writing this, I wanted to remind everyone, and most importantly myself, of the importance of everything and everyone that you love. I'm not a pessimistic person, and I'm not trying to associate death with loved ones before we can all know how to cherish them. So, I only hope that you enjoyed this story, and don't forget about......just about anything.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Too many months of sleep credits racked up over the past few months finally caught up with me today. Argh, a splitting headache accompanied me throughout classes the whole day. Guys, try not to sleep late if you can help it. What your parents say about the goodness of sleeping early isn't all crap. Oh but never mind, there's nothing a 2-hour afternoon nap can't do. I only hope that Ms Mazlinda won't blame me...haha.As a person of poetry myself, I came across a poem-cum-comic which was really brilliant. (click to view enlarged version)
It all rhymes well, and it makes perfect sense! 'Marriage is the tombstone of love', is this comic's message. The Singapore Government will most likely not promote this though.
Sigh. Phil, I thought about it, perhaps you're right. One should have a little bit more faith. A person of no faith is a person of no trust and beliefs. I apologise again if my words had went against your principles this afternoon. But that doesn't mean I will be any less cocky towards that particular 'subject'. ^_~
It's just that, maybe I'll try harder to keep my interest, together with my faith maintained.
I can sense the tension increment in the class as exams near.
"The author creates tension by using the elements of sound and lighting..." No,that's not it, this was my Lit. test a few days ago.
But anyway, you get the point. As for me, I'm kinda guilty of not being as anxious as others. But that'll change, I suppose. Good luck to everyone.
Monday, August 17, 2009
The past week has been a busy one, heaps of catching up to do. But now that it's over, I'm glad to say that I was able to attend Frederick's birthday party on the 15th of August. Which also happens to be Marianne's birthday. Hey...I know that I'm always a little slow in giving well wishings for celebrations but, Happy Birthday Marianne!Well anyway, me and some my friends have this tendency to turn our birthday parties into a place of fun and laughter in a strange sort of way. How come people always like to whip out their premium, Belgian Poker cards? *parades the Ace of Spades* The other guys were playing Mahjong as well, and I, sat beside and tried to learn some basics of it. We became obsessed with the Comp. and PS2 as well. No chatting? No reminiscing? No 'excessive' photo-taking? If you're thinking why this party sounds so 'guy', well, you're right. It was an all-boys party.
Happy Birthday to Frederick as well. ^_^
Just a short post today, not much time. I'm just trying to CPR my blog. Good day all.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Happy belated birthday to SINGAPORE!!! Ok...might be a little too late but it's the thought that counts. I was busy celebrating National Day yesterday anyway.
Didn't get to start yesterday well. Was having breakfast with my family at Causeway Point's McDonalds, gently sipping my coffee with 3 bags of sugar and 3 packets of creamer, and then I suddenly felt nauseous. Made a beeline straight for the toilet... Went to Singtel's hello! shop afterwards, my brother and mother got new phones. Both are the same (T_T), SE W980. How are they ever going to differentiate between the two phones, I wonder...
That evening, we went Downtown to try and catch a glimpse of National Day's fireworks. Didn't manage to get any tickets, balloting is too hard. But anyway, it wasn't too bad. Sure, weather was a bit humid, roads were crowded and all, but the fireworks display were pretty. It was also the Pledge Reciting moment around that time, seems like not much people are taking notice of it. My family looked kinda silly standing there among so many people with our hands across our chest. However, it is all in the name of patriotism, so who cares?
Sometimes I really think I might have inherited my mild sense of sarcasm from my father...-
*Sees a superbike drive past with a woman as its pillion rider, who really has a gigantic bottom.*
Dad: The rear tire is going to be punctured...
Me: Yea, I don't think these bikes are built for weights like these...
Sigh.
Recent weather is really bad. People with asthma like me really can't stand the recent haze. Moreover, the heat makes one feel really sleepy. Today, for instance. Early in the morning, I fell asleep in the car while going outside for breakfast. Went to visit my grandmother, I dived straight for the sofa and dozed off. On the return trip, I slept in the car again. Homework renders me asleep on the desk as well. In fact, I feel like quitting Blogger right now and then go for my nightly pilgrimage to Dreamland.
Tomorrow. I, am going back...to school. I don't need to remind myself another time how much things I am going to get flooded with. Just take it a step at a time, I suppose. With determination, I can get through this... (Plus, I knew the silly doctor gave me too long an MC...)
Didn't get to start yesterday well. Was having breakfast with my family at Causeway Point's McDonalds, gently sipping my coffee with 3 bags of sugar and 3 packets of creamer, and then I suddenly felt nauseous. Made a beeline straight for the toilet... Went to Singtel's hello! shop afterwards, my brother and mother got new phones. Both are the same (T_T), SE W980. How are they ever going to differentiate between the two phones, I wonder...
That evening, we went Downtown to try and catch a glimpse of National Day's fireworks. Didn't manage to get any tickets, balloting is too hard. But anyway, it wasn't too bad. Sure, weather was a bit humid, roads were crowded and all, but the fireworks display were pretty. It was also the Pledge Reciting moment around that time, seems like not much people are taking notice of it. My family looked kinda silly standing there among so many people with our hands across our chest. However, it is all in the name of patriotism, so who cares?
Sometimes I really think I might have inherited my mild sense of sarcasm from my father...-
*Sees a superbike drive past with a woman as its pillion rider, who really has a gigantic bottom.*
Dad: The rear tire is going to be punctured...
Me: Yea, I don't think these bikes are built for weights like these...
Sigh.
Recent weather is really bad. People with asthma like me really can't stand the recent haze. Moreover, the heat makes one feel really sleepy. Today, for instance. Early in the morning, I fell asleep in the car while going outside for breakfast. Went to visit my grandmother, I dived straight for the sofa and dozed off. On the return trip, I slept in the car again. Homework renders me asleep on the desk as well. In fact, I feel like quitting Blogger right now and then go for my nightly pilgrimage to Dreamland.
Tomorrow. I, am going back...to school. I don't need to remind myself another time how much things I am going to get flooded with. Just take it a step at a time, I suppose. With determination, I can get through this... (Plus, I knew the silly doctor gave me too long an MC...)
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Just heard that today's A.math test was cancelled. Wooh. One less test for me to miss. Although I do detest Maths homework, but I do miss Mrs Lee's teaching. Partly because I'm totally clueless about what are we learning by reading the textbook, but mostly because Frederick is a horrible teacher. Alright, enough about that. I learnt that I've missed the first GEMS meeting this week, what a display of sincerity in becoming an English ambassador. Hah. Is it just me or is it that my medical leave comes at a week when everything seems especially eventful? I miss Lit. lessons with the philosophical Mr Edward, and I long for the much-anticipated Pure Geography lessons conducted by Mr Sam Soo. Does every week always look so fun? Nah...I suppose not. But it's only when you start to realise what a big part of your life school has become, when you discover that your past complaints about a boring life are wholly unfounded. (Try staying in quarantine at home for a week, you'll get what I mean.)
(Ah, by the way. Phil-osophical. That's Phil's name at the start of 'Philosophical'! Quite apt, too.)
There's gonna be lots for me to catch up on when I'm back. Erm, I'm not worrying for other subjects, but I think I'm gonna have to get Mrs Lee to reiterate the concepts to me again in private when I have the time. First thing to clear are the tests.
Unless a whole lot of people are lying, seems that a lot of people are missing me in class. LOL, probably because there's no one to make fun of. Agnes already told me that Yue Ling has already begun gloating over the lack of standing, sharp hair in the seat in front of her to block her view during lessons. I, don't really get it. My hair isn't that horrendous, or is it? Nah. Well, the thing is, this week really made me relook myself. I once thought that I was a seemingly cold person, Joan told me that before. But, the amount of uneasiness that had generated within me when I did not have my friends around proves otherwise.
A whole lot of time on my hands, when I'm not working on my academics, what else do I do? Yea, I'm a boring person, I write.
The kite tugs at your hand...
A gust of wind blows,
Is it an abysmal gale? Or a loving glow?
The leaves crash quietly against the ground in a flurry,
As such, so does my heart when faced against his fury.
This favourite kite I have held,
Tightly but I don't want it fell,
As you glide carefreely in the sky,
I am your guardian but I cannot fly.
But how I wish I could,
For the wind's strength is brute.
He is among the clouds but I am down in the fields,
Your smile lies in his arms while my unfinished destiny seals.
I sense the plea to leave,
But reluctance makes me heave,
Soon I will have to do what is right,
If being tied to the ground is such a plight.
The string in my hands tugs violently,
My grasp loosens in response to this irony,
As I view your fading departure withholding tears,
My fate remains in the lonely grasslands of Resounding Fears...
The End... of this struggle, draws to a close.
Standard 4-liner verses. Er, but the content of this poem isn't standard. My stupid alpha-male ego has prevented me from writing poems of this type for a long time. 'This type', meaning the kind of situation where the guy is caught in a fix, helpless because another guy is leading away his beloved. Basically, in this poem, the wind is the love rival, and the kite caught in between the tempting wind and a faithful man shall be the undecided lady...
Monday, August 3, 2009
This is like, the first time I'd been absent from school due to medical reasons since more than a year ago. The feeling is...definitely refreshing. I feel revived (No pun intended, I wasn't even dead in the first place).Speaking of dead, I'm kind of overwhelmed today by the amount of people who bombarded my phone to check whether I was on the verge of death. Please, my dear Monsieurs and Mademoiselles, I believe Mr Sam Soo was just over-exaggerating. I'll delve deeper into that later. First on the agenda, let me thank my dearest family and friends who have showed me utmost concern during this difficult time. They are: My parents, my brother, my two Uncles, my Grandmother, Phil, Marianne, Hui Xian, Jiao Min, Farhana, Faris, Wei Lun, Ivan, Frederick, Yue Ling, Jiing Harn, Jared, and of course, not forgetting Mr Sam Soo. Who, received news of my Influenza A condition and went into class screaming that I've got H1N1. T_T... Sorry, I didn't really wanted to be overly flashy with the long list, but I felt that I wouldn't be doing my buddies justice if I didn't show them some gratitude. Thanks once again, guys and girls. But I'm really fine.
So, here's what happened. I need to clarify this matter and in the process, give some insight on flu types grouping. This is so that people wouldn't stare at me with petrified looks with their faces plainly saying, "Aren- Aren't you supposed to be dead?" when I come back into class.
Flu is classified into 3 genuses (groups), namely Influenza A, Influenza B, and Influenza C. Currently the one I'm diagnosed with is Type A. Now, although H1N1 is also classified under A, so is H5N1. Does that mean I've contracted bird flu? Oh shit. NO. There are around 10 different strains of the flu virus in Influenza Type A, some are relatively harmless, some are not. Eh, some strains of the common flu are also classified under A. The Tamiflu capsules my doctor prescribed me are just a precautionary measure, so is the 7-day M.C. He should've given less medical leave, I'm feeling fine already.
A little bit of trivia: That day I went to see the doctor, the first thing he shot me was a question, not a jab. He asked, "Are you from Evergreen Secondary?". The reason he asked this was because he'd already attended to 2 other patients from Evergreen Secondary School that morning, both were Influenza A positive. Kinda sad, huh? He'd also mentioned that anyone who contracts flu from now on have a 90% chance of it being Influenza A. My condition doesn't seem so surprising all of a sudden, does it?
Just a little advice for my treasured peers, everyone take VERY good care of yourself. The numbers aren't showing and the teachers aren't talking, but I believe H1N1 is already rampant in our school. It's also partially because not everyone lets the doctor test them for A, therefore further misleading themselves into thinking that it's just the common flu and coming back to school to infect others. Like I said, once you get flu (esp. when you come from EVG), it's a 9/10 chance Influenza A has entered your body, stay at home and be socially responsible.
And, just because I'm the first to get a 7-day M.C doesn't mean I'm the first person in the class to get A. That's what Mr Sam Soo told my Mom. There's a difference between being tested positive and being positive. The firsts to contract A are the ones who didn't get themselves tested and continued going to school. I'm not referring to anyone specific, it could've been anyone. It's only a reminder to all those who've been recommended by a physician to stay at home. You've got a M.C, make full use of it. ^^
Disclaimer done. Now, on to some thoughts that's been buzzing about in my head today, not being in school frees up a lot of RAM, you know?
I was listening to music, and this thing popped into my mind, "If there was a love song you would most willingly sing to your beloved, which would it be?". Would be it a mushy song singing the praises of the other, a song apologising for the hurt you've caused, or a song that conveys your deepest heartbreak? Something you could sing to tell the other party just how you really felt. No need to tell me your answers, just think about it to yourself. Hmm, I should, too.
I am so screwed. The only learning I can do for now, is to frantically read my textbooks and try to self-learn, god knows how much lessons am I going to miss during this whole week. Not to mention on the first day of my absentism, I'd already missed my Literature test. Followed by A.Math test, Social Studies test...
Oh well, I can only hope that this 1-week homestay will be fruitful enough for me to forgo its disadvantages. Actually, I should look on the bright side. I get to have more rest, which is an unreachable luxury during school weeks. It gives me more time to think. More time to participate in my hobby and write more poems...
Might as well end this with one for my concerned schoolmates.
Vision blurred, thoughts drunk.
My constitution lies in a slump.
Two vicious fights rage on within myself,
One between the antibodies of emotions,
Another with my wilful health.
My body shall not succumb to the erosion.
Amidst the chaotic flames I spy a spark,
Crawled across to it like Noah's Ark,
Withstanding the swords and spears,
Not knowing what is it exactly I fear.
But it's sharp light tells me all,
With your support I shall not fall.
~End
Thank you and good night.
