Monday, August 13, 2007

just back. not too long ago. wasnt a very fruitful day i guess. i did bonding.

anyway. was just thinking. raw feelings. haha. its kinda like food aye. most people dont really take to wads raw. its hard to swallow, let alone digest. theres that saying that goes "raw is war"i guess thats why i really admire linkin park and like the old sound so much. the manner of which they express themselves, in those lyrics, feeling down and drowning out the sounds of the world by blasting it, yes the negative effects on ur ears, but u really feel like their screaming everything out for u. u put urself in a domain where u hear ur own screams, out from the music, and not actually screaming out loud so everyone else doesnt think ur a lunatic. and it makes u feel much better i guess.

was feeling really stressed. i think when i looked at my clock, it was 8.09pm. and on the way home, i was thinking, wads gonna drive me on for prelims man, motivation fades out after 2 hours, i was seriously frustrated, pissed. rarr. thank goodness there was was lp. anyways. on the way back, i saw this road side otah man. almost everyone walks past this otah man, probably like 1 in 20 people would buy an otah. by then it was 8.53pm and i was like thinking, he still has loads more otah to sell. and he stands there, fanning, calling out 3 otah for 2 dollars. and everytime i pass by that place on the way home, i would see him there. and i wondered wad keeps this man coming each day, standing there, sweating his guts out, doing wad is seemingly fruitless and a lost cause perhaps. and i stood there for about 3 seconds, and i thought, thats the same thing that soccer fans have before the match, the players have about serious injuries, teachers have about want away students, parents have for rebellious children, the same thing the otah man had, faith, hope and love!

faith in the belief that something will change
hope in the assurance that dire situations can be turned around
love in the passion and the willingness to push for wad we have faith in and hope for

perhaps, it is the faith in the taste of his otah, belief that someone truly appreciates his effort and his food. hope that customers will take a stop and have a try. and a love towards his family whom he has to support, that every otah sold means a step closer to a better meal, a step closer to his childs coveted gameboy. and to sum it all up, its his livelihood.

be driven, be inspired. prelims, a levels. its our belief that complete revision is possible, that topics can be understood, hope for the best, hope that constantly keeps us running this race. the passion, to do well for ourselves and for those around us, for the next chapter of our lives and beyond.

somehow i like the feeling of fury and the scornful look. haha. and my dad is silly. he just asked me to take a towel from a cupboard full of towels. and insisted on a certain one. its like going to the spca and saying, i want a dog, and u keep rejecting wad they bring to u. lol. dumb.

anyway. 2 hours ago. i nearly broke down. all the stress and nonsense. i guess lps screaming. an otah man. and an sms from ur math teacher, of hope and promise that some questions u have will be answered leaves u feeling much better, not to mention a bowl of korean noodles from the silly random towel man. haha. weird combi aye. ah wells. juxtaposition of unusual phenomenons.

|cowpoo| 10:14 PM|

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