May 6, 2008
SHE brighten up my day.yes it's a SHE!!!
well she is my eating partner(MINSHAN) and she did something sweet today.she wrote me a letter and there it goes:
a bell is not a bell,
until someone rings it.
a song is not a song,
until someone sings it.
please do not bury your feeling.
Because love is not love,until someone receives it.
well i seriously need to calm myself down and find out what i really want in my life.
3aces?SMU Finance Faculty?Top 10 improved students?
i need to work hard to achieve all these.i know it's hard.but if i am willing to put in the effort,i think i can make it through.
i have been spending 25/24 hours of my day,preparing for A level.but it just don't seem productive.and it seem that i am just having the quantity of studying,not the quality of working hard.
slow and steady.one step at a time.
i want to play.i want to shop.i want to relax and enjoy my life.i want to go to Hong Kong and shop like there is no tomorrow...
i want.i want.i want.
just like what Mrs Tay has said."do you want to work hard for the rest of the 5months and enjoy the rest of your life?or do you want to enjoy this 5months and work hard the rest of your life?
obviously.i will choose the first option.
but i need a miracle to score well.
but i know.again behind this miracle,you need to work hard and create a chance for it to happen.
a piece of encouragement to all people who are trying to work hard just like i do:
time is running out.but don't fear.because what it matters is the process of studying and not the result of it.but i know,just like what charlene has said,in this cruel and realistic world,nothing matters as much as a piece of cert.even though this sounds rather contradicting,we still have to accept it.the only way to keep us going on this tough A level route is to view this whole thing in an optimistic way and believe it ourselves.trust that you can do it.
(goal for the day: take off that mask which is faking the smile.the true smile in life is to enjoy every moment of your life and love what you are doing.)
well she is my eating partner(MINSHAN) and she did something sweet today.she wrote me a letter and there it goes:
a bell is not a bell,
until someone rings it.
a song is not a song,
until someone sings it.
please do not bury your feeling.
Because love is not love,until someone receives it.
well i seriously need to calm myself down and find out what i really want in my life.
3aces?SMU Finance Faculty?Top 10 improved students?
i need to work hard to achieve all these.i know it's hard.but if i am willing to put in the effort,i think i can make it through.
i have been spending 25/24 hours of my day,preparing for A level.but it just don't seem productive.and it seem that i am just having the quantity of studying,not the quality of working hard.
slow and steady.one step at a time.
i want to play.i want to shop.i want to relax and enjoy my life.i want to go to Hong Kong and shop like there is no tomorrow...
i want.i want.i want.
just like what Mrs Tay has said."do you want to work hard for the rest of the 5months and enjoy the rest of your life?or do you want to enjoy this 5months and work hard the rest of your life?
obviously.i will choose the first option.
but i need a miracle to score well.
but i know.again behind this miracle,you need to work hard and create a chance for it to happen.
a piece of encouragement to all people who are trying to work hard just like i do:
time is running out.but don't fear.because what it matters is the process of studying and not the result of it.but i know,just like what charlene has said,in this cruel and realistic world,nothing matters as much as a piece of cert.even though this sounds rather contradicting,we still have to accept it.the only way to keep us going on this tough A level route is to view this whole thing in an optimistic way and believe it ourselves.trust that you can do it.
(goal for the day: take off that mask which is faking the smile.the true smile in life is to enjoy every moment of your life and love what you are doing.)
when we are together,
3:15 PM.
3:15 PM.
