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Monday, October 22, 2007

I was thinking to myself when lying on bed earlier on, not being able to get to sleep at a time as early as 2am, when I will be posting after having my blog almost stagnant for a few days. My computer obviously showed signs of failure recently, and who knows I had it turned on by luck while I was heading to the toilet, being wide awake for some time near 2 hours. My taskbar tells 4.26am and cheers, I'm having a lesson tomorrow at 9am. Yes, I'm going tomorrow, I guess I had enough fun and slack, and it's time to work for what I want to achieve and really to plan my future.


A week since I touched down to return to Singapore has passed, and never had I felt so welcomed by my friends. That is really a nice feeling that pumps in my blood. It's good to see that everyone is growing up, with maturity and treats time like gold for school and for work. The China trip taught me so much about reality. And one hard lesson I'll always lock in my mind is to appreciate life because you have it only once. A one-cent coin to you may be worthless, but to others, it stands a tenth of what they have in their pockets. Life, to live it without money is to die.


For people who are really struggling with your school work, it's always none better to let your parents serve as a reminder to study hard and work hard for the grades you want to get. Everyone's parents are slogging for money to see you through a nice and proper education, and it'll be only unfilial if you were to achieve poor results. In some places, children are brought to streets to beg for money and they wish they know how to write their names.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[4:25 AM]