"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy course; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THEODORE ROOSEVELT (Paris Sorbonne,1910) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thursday, November 15, 2007

And So...

And so here I am, somewhere within the realms of the SCE block...taking a short break from studying (not tt I have been studying for quite a while...juz barely started anyway)...

More specifically the SCR (Student Computer Room), where the computers are like a million yrs old, but still functional; Where the tables show signs of remnants of used eraser; Where students come to study, and some, to play; Where we had our daidee sessions; Where, for the rest of the month, my restless soul will reside...

Over the turmoil of the notes, tutorials, textbooks, past year papers and the ever so frequent use of the ancient computers to access the internet...Well, at least there's sth to take a break for (like wat i'm doing right now)...

Kim Hock's at a desk, 2 rows behind me...while I am on my own, in my own little world..err actually, it's juz me alone at this long desk...That aside, Hock has been suffering a bout of headaches recently...he's been studying too hard...It's not in my place to tell him to study smart, take a break and juz chill...cos tt's juz e way he is..then again...tt's how i am: a big time slacker (yeah...else why in e world wld i blog at this not-so unearthly time?)...In any case, i wish there was sth i can do for hock, but i'm so bogged down w my own stuff that i hardly haf e time to really care for pple...other than, of cos, the usual "hey man, how's things?", "morning bud, haf a good day..." or "Yozzz, all the best ya?"..but tt's all i can do as of now...i feel trapped within e solid, suffocating grasp of the exams...so much so, that at times, i juz give up fighting and let the time slip away, while my mind goes into a wild thinking mode...

Gosh, talk abt not enough time...so much things to do, so little time...but even more so when there's no determination, no drive to begin...keep thinking of.....things...grrr...why do i have to be so much of a thinker?which leads me to admire the strengths of Hock, who's pretty much a fighter...

Oh wellz, w all tt's said and done, at least I'm down w one paper...5 more to go.....time to boogey back to e ever sophisticated notes, tutorials, textbooks, past year papers and the ancient computer (if the need arises)...

"I should just shut out my thoughts...Not that they are any useful, but they just keep coming..."

By ben -There, and back again 9:45 AM

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