This feeling has been bubbling inside me for quite some time. I have this urge to thank so many people, but having little courage to do so. ;) This post shall be dedicated to the teachers.
To teachers:
Mr Lee -- For having so much patience to explain the concepts over and over again, and listening to all the complains I always seem to have. :p
Dr. Ng -- For always being so gentle (although still quite intimidating) and patiently guiding me through my work.
Mr. Lim -- For giving up the time to tutor us individual, even if it means that he has to crunch on chocolate bars.
Dr. Seah -- For making me talk about my problems. It really feels a lot better after that.
Lee Lao Shi -- For patiently explaining what every single zi ci in zhong he tian kong means.
And the rest of the teachers and staff for your care and smile.
I think our school rocks, because of the teachers and staff we have!! Whee!!
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Pressure, Tears. Hatred, Love.
Good morning to the world!
With only 24 hours to spend
Minus the 6 hours I have wasted on sleeping
I have 18 hours left.
I go to the washroom
Who needs a tap
When there is more water
flowing out of my eyes.
I look into the mirror.
Why do I look 50, when I am barely 18.
Someone must have been sucking my life,
I am open to better explainations.
Wearing my uniform,
the school's identity,
in place of my own.
But who needs identity,
when you're not at home?
I swear I could become a weight-lifter.
I practice everyday
with my school bag as the weight.
In class, all I see is formulas
whether my eyes are opened or closed.
20 formulas to memorize this week,
there will be a quiz on the next.
I could barely find my table
in the midst of assignments and worksheets.
If these were diamonds and gold,
I'd rather have trunks of coal.
God of Dreams is on my side.
To help me study better
he allows lectures to continue in my dream
saving me the time to revise for my quiz.
Undermining my confidence.
Slicing off my health.
Giving my youth.
All for the sake of the future.
A future I can barely see.
A future that is beyond reach.
A future that has more for me?
With only 24 hours to spend
Minus the 6 hours I have wasted on sleeping
I have 18 hours left.
I go to the washroom
Who needs a tap
When there is more water
flowing out of my eyes.
I look into the mirror.
Why do I look 50, when I am barely 18.
Someone must have been sucking my life,
I am open to better explainations.
Wearing my uniform,
the school's identity,
in place of my own.
But who needs identity,
when you're not at home?
I swear I could become a weight-lifter.
I practice everyday
with my school bag as the weight.
In class, all I see is formulas
whether my eyes are opened or closed.
20 formulas to memorize this week,
there will be a quiz on the next.
I could barely find my table
in the midst of assignments and worksheets.
If these were diamonds and gold,
I'd rather have trunks of coal.
God of Dreams is on my side.
To help me study better
he allows lectures to continue in my dream
saving me the time to revise for my quiz.
Undermining my confidence.
Slicing off my health.
Giving my youth.
All for the sake of the future.
A future I can barely see.
A future that is beyond reach.
A future that has more for me?
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