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Saturday, September 02, 2006 |
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now playing| bruised
artist| jacks mannequin
mood| hopeful
"& sometimes perfection can be perfet, perfect hell"
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[edit]please try not to dish out such a last minute information next time, because today you've upped the annoyance quotion a little. thanks[/edit]
so many things has recently just careered pass my view, and lately it seems like everything's perfect - & i've my life up on bet that it'll stay this way. THEE CHALET has come and gone, and i'm still feeling a tint of disappointment, not over the stay of course; but of the many times in class when i wished for time to pick up speed but never happened, & how it magically gain wings and all the fun has to cease when the 3days ended. cruel, really, how time works. no?
this whole week was filled with tiring, but rewarding trainings - paddling, gymming, and goal settings.
i watched the Canoe-ing Olympic Race Videos, and it wasn't only inspiring and motivating, it was rather telling. it was really educational, of course with the combined help of Supernova. i really do want to excel, and do well in canoe-ing, & though it might seem a little far-fetched to me (and everyone reading) now, a still, small voice in my head tells me i can do it. some people call this wishful thinking.
i'd prefer to call it sanity.
"if you work hard towards your goal, there isn't anything you cannot achieve"
- Superman
there you go. LETS TRAIN HARD DANIEL!
on a not-so-happier note. let's take a minute to really appreciate the life that we've taken for granted so many times, & to understand how fragile and unpredictable it is - let's take a look at suiciders.
i've had came across two incidents in just half a year, where two people i know, whether directly or indirectly, had committed their lifes to the cold and concrete pavements.
one of them being one of the teacher in my Secondary School. she's never taught me, but i've spoken to her before. when she came up to me and had me Emcee for a few concerts, and when we were at padang field during SRC Softball Tournament.
just a few months back, i recieved news that she had plunged to her demise from her apartment.
a few hours ago, my cousin told me that one of his friend had met the same fate, and i can't help but wonder what was going through their minds in the split second before they decided to end it all. did they really think that death would be the solution to the very complicated equations in life? surely they've heard so many times, over and over again whether it be on serial TV shows, or just plain conversations with friends, that Suicide would be the silliest thing to do. As cliche as it might sound, death doesn't solve problems, it adds on.
so assuming that they've heard it all, why would the thought even crossed their minds?
sometimes i guess life just decides to throw you a curve ball, we fall one too many times, and when someone can't pick themselves up, they don't really want to.
i'm glad i've friends around me that i've learnt to depend on. & i have Eugenia, and i know that at the end of the day, i can run to her knowing she'll be there.
DEATH CAN GET ME REAL EMO HUH?
i saw a molestor(sp?) got arrested today at Bishan Junction Eight. God bless his soul.
CAMP in a week's time, i can hardly wait. YIPPEE.
8:11 PM
