Wednesday, February 14, 2007 @7:06 PM
Named After A Christian Martyr
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The amount of gifts and letters sent on this day is so significant that it was made the second largest gift-giving holiday of the year, after Christmas. This uncanny day became associated with romantic love in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. Through the ages of time, this habitual day of exquisite dating soon cultivated into more than a global holiday, and into a culture. A tradition. Acknowledged by copious countries worldwide, this is the day worth celebrating, at least for stereotypes...
People, principally female, carried a lot of "gifts" that seemed to be "given" to them and it looked VERY expensive, like plastic transparent roses which petals were abounded with a runny and dyed fluid that you could purchase at any shoddy bookshop. It takes one to wonder, if the "gifts" that they were flaunting ever so condescendingly were not given by a male guest, but a female friend, who's intent was having a gift-exchange kind of thing between themselves. Anyway, this is sounding quite absurd already. Call it intuition. Or an instinct. Or maybe just a stupid guess.
It appeared quaint and droll to me why females get so animated over a day like this. It wasn't just any day, it was a WEDNESDAY. It seemed apparent to me that they must have thought about this upcoming day, what they should do, what they would do. To an ignorant individual, it may seem pointless to carry out all that drudgery. I mean, its a WEDNESDAY.I was both impressed and inspired by the works of countless youths in the Royal Commonwealth Society's Essay Competition. Simply astounding and beyond belief. The year before, I did not really bother about attaining a place in the prestigious archive of the company. But I would appreciate it if I made it through. Really.
realise that no "Valentine" was being mentioned, byelionel...
Thursday, February 08, 2007 @6:16 PM
I'll Keep Holding On
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Back to posting one darn post again, been wanting to post yesterday but I was deprived of that opportunity as I had to deal with the villainous attack of the graphic card. It turns out that I had to wait it out unwearyingly, exploiting the time for tuition assignments. Putting that behind, I most indubitably think that my friendship with some great friends have reinvigorated since the year before, one of them is ZhiHao. Taking the same bus from school almost on a daily basis, going to the same Bubble Tea Store each day, has ZhiHao talking more and more, to me and to each other, which makes our jaunt to the interchange less dreary and instead more genial. Our jovial conversations have made me understanding one thing - there are many people out there wanting to go to a "better" academically rated school, and have been invited in fact. But they turned down the offer to go to a "not so good" academically rated school, but in fact they found out that they coped exceptionally, with some exceptions...
As the caption states, I have been facing and will face perilous difficulties and obstacles during this bloody year, which makes my progress the year before all immaterial, not even worth mentioning. With Ms Teo's remark of me being a little "stiff", I got the idea instantaneously that amendments for the better have to be made. But I have no notion why i turned out to be this way, contrasting the me last year. As drivel and ludicrous as it may sound, I used to see the ball coming at me visibly and was even well-prepared for the oncoming ball, receiving it with most effort and with a clear mind, at least I thought I had...
But things have all subjected to change now, making life more wretched and disheartening for me. But I have got a sentiment that I am deficient in or lack the focus, as I think too much. The most peculiar part is that my delibrate and conscious mind is aware of this, which rationally makes things worse, as if it was not unscrupulous enough. I could feel like a mental block even now, not too much of realization. I hope I could surmount all worries, and acquire the confidence that my better-off teammates have. As long as I keep holding on, giving my most undying of efforts and never forsaking what I had started for, also considering this absence of "skill" as if I am rock-bottom at the learning curve and I quote - "you are at the lowest point of your life and you have no other way to go but UP", and with all this I hope to be the resilient and persistant person that dwells whimsily in my caprice of a thousand words.
With every daybreak come, I would endeavor my unsurpassed of efforts and seek to be optimistic, instead of being pessimistic and cynical, and look at the "brighter" side of things...hopefully
its not a blog, its a revolution, from the sountrack of Eragon, byelionel...