Good Luck

Year 3 has come and past, the stress we have will never last,
Wake me up when the finals end,

All the teachers leave so fast, times with them will just fly past,
Treasure them, but never give them trust,

Here comes the stress again,
From friendships, home and class,
Finding our identities,
Before it fades away,

As my memory rests,
But never forgets the times we had,
Wake me up, when the finals end.

Term 4, it's the final test, for friends and foes and school exams,
Rest for now, but wake up when it ends.

Rereading

I had been writing a blogpost on the 8th, but I decided that it was more personal and less interpersonal so I didn't really see the reason for putting it up on my blog in the end. Oh well, the first eternal draft.

After reading a number of blogs, I begun to reread a number of blogs I regularly visit, and look once again at what they are writing about. As my bro says, the way he judges the sword designs he draws out is to not touch them for 3 days, then look at it again. It is always with the second look that flaws, beauties, and the occasional 'wtf is this' come out.

But let's not talk about the blogs I've reread, but rather at the people that showed me that I have to reread the blogs of these friends.

Sir is a respectable and knowledgeable person, and one inspiring at that. We all love the way he teaches, though rather unconventional yet still effective, and also how he also talks about stories with us during lessontime, teaching life lessons instead of concepts. He is in no way untalented, and in every way he shows how he cares for us, guiding us not only educationally but also bringing us along the route of life.

At this point of time I'm assuming that readers from 3.9 would have two possible candidates as to whom this Sir is. And as ownage as he is, he's not Brian Chirnside simply because Brian Chirnside does not teach us. I'd like him to be my teacher one day though, there's just that aura of own surrounding him. And I can go to him whenever I need practise, hahaha.

Now, let's look at these two Sirs. Both are as stated above. Both go around sneakily reading the blogs of us, the students. And both are ownage. Then where do they differ apart from the subjects they teach? That's the interesting part. One wants to stay in teaching because it's his calling, and one has been disillusioned by the system and wants to leave after a short two years here. While the latter is slight exaggeration on my part, the basic truth is still there mostly.

Why the dissimilarity in such an important area? Who knows. T'is but mere food for thought in the grand scheme of life.

《不得不爱》

《不得不爱》- 潘玮柏&弦子

天天都需要你爱 我的心思由你猜
I love you 我就是要你让我每天都精彩
天天把它挂嘴边 到底什么是真爱
I love you 到底有几分说得比想像更快

是我们感情丰富太慷慨 还是有上天安排
是我们本来就是那一派 还是舍不得太乖
是那一次约定了没有来 让我哭得像小孩
是我们急着证明我存在 还是不爱会发呆, BABY

不得不爱 ，否则快乐从可而来
不得不爱 ，不知悲伤从何而来
不得不爱 ，否则我就失去未来
好象身不由己 不能自己很失败
可是每天都过的精彩

天天都需要你爱 我的心思由你猜
I love you 我就是要你让我每天都精彩
天天把它挂嘴边 到底什么是真爱
I love you 到底有几分说得比想像更快

I ask girlfriend how you been
来去有机会 我从来没有想过爱情会变得如此无奈
是命运吗 难道难过是上天的安排 没办法
天天的每天的心思到底由谁来陪 我诚心 你诚意
但周围扰人的环境始终让我们无法在这里自由相恋
我精彩 你发呆 两颗心不安的摇摆 应该有的未来是否真那么的无法期待
舍不得再伤害 You're my girl my girl my friend
How much I love you so so much baby
看着你的哀愁 要我如何怎么承受面对
I'm sorry you're my sweetheart My love My one only baby

不得不爱 ，否则快乐从何而来
不得不爱 ，不知悲伤从何而来
不得不爱 ，否则我就失去未来
好象身不由己 不能自己很失败
可是每天都过的精彩

天天都需要你爱 我的心思由你猜
I love you 我就是要你让我每天都精彩
天天把它挂嘴边 到底什么是真爱
I love you 到底有几分说得比想像更快

会不会有一点无奈 会不会有一点太快
可是你给我的爱 让我养成了依赖
心中充满爱的节拍

天天都需要你爱 我的心思由你猜
I love you 我就是要你让我每天都精彩。
天天把它挂嘴边 到底什么是真爱
I love you 到底有几分说得比想像更快

In recognition

Kodomo: Sensei, taking a walk? How coincidential, I didn't know you lived nearby. Do you do this often?

Sensei: In the past, maybe. I haven't done this for a long time.

Kodomo: Well, you have been lately particularly busy with the school's yearly drama play, being a new teacher and all. But seriously, it was the best I've ever seen! You seriously outdid yourself. It's no wonder you just suddenly took over the drama club as the one in charge with your talent. Now that it's all over, it really is the best Teacher's day gift you could ever have. Do you plan to head another play in the future?

Sensei: Child, I doubt I'd be planning to do another one anytime soon. Besides, I wasn't the one who decided to do the play, it was the school that passed it onto me, haha.

Kodomo: But nonetheless, it was great! I can't think of any other better Teacher's Day present than to get all that applause from a successful play! ...sensei, why're you crying? Did I say something wrong?

Sensei: ...oh, it's just the wind. Something got into my eye.

Kodomo: Well, then, sir, shouldn't you be, like, celebrating with your friends and family? ...sensei, are you well? You don't seem too well, y'know. Maybe you shouldn't be drinking too much beer when you walk around.

Sensei: Perhaps I really am not well. Child, may I ask you something?

Kodomo: Yes?

Sensei: You've managed to top one or two of a teacher's tests, right? Any teacher will do.

Kodomo: Well, sure! I'm usually the top boy for Literature.

Sensei: Well, then, how much effort did you put into getting to be the top boy every time?

Kodomo: Quite a bit, a few personal sacrifices such as compromising playing time had to be made.

Sensei: Yes, personal sacrifices for a small test. How much do you think I've put into this school play to make it so successful?

Kodomo: I'm sorry, but I don't know, sensei.

Sensei: Then let me tell you. I am this way as a result of placing too much hard work into the school play, something forced upon to me by the school. After all, a good school can't have mediocre things, can they? Just as you made your sacrifices, I made mine. Because of this play, I have lost much time with friends and family. I became unsociable. I stopped going out so much after school. I stopped chilling out at the club and all that.

Kodomo: ...I'm sorry to hear that, sensei. But you have time now, don't you? Why not make up for lost time?

Sensei: Sometimes, child, certain things aren't reversible. Instead of celebrating with my friends and family, I am here drinking beer and walking around by myself. I certainly do need to rekindle the lost links, but for now I must drown my sorrows. It is disheartening.

Kodomo: ...sorry to hear that again, sensei. It must be hard on you. But may I ask something?

Sensei: It is the job of a teacher to teach, child. What is it?

Kodomo: Why is it that despite such difficulties, you can still smile so much in school, sir? I am too young to understand.

Sensei: Haha, simple. Simply because I love teaching, child. The moment one enters class is always an enjoyable one. I like classes just like yours.

Kodomo: Yet you hide such sadness from the students to see. It must be a hard life.

Sensei: Well, we all have our hard times, don't we? We just have to learn and move on. Now excuse me while I throw my beer.

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Oh, the tragedy behind beauty.

Conversations

Of late, it's been getting harder and harder to blog, for obvious reasons. Recently I've taken to using my trusty overseas book to pen down certain thoughts before I place them here (Almost the entire Riezz:EnK conversation was written there first), because well sometimes I just don't have the time to get down and blog. And I'm not alone, it's easy to tell that I'm not the only one blogging once a week or less.

Some of you may be wondering why this is a normal blogpost instead of a conversation, given how I've taken to them. Apart from time, I made another realization. I haven't been talking much about myself. While part of that is because I've a sibling who reads this, but that's irrelevent. Each and every conversation I wrote reflects an observation on my part, soemthing that happened or appeared that gave me this idea. On my part, I appreciate the compliments, but well. Conversation has a limit to its usefulness, after all drama is also about the silence that gets more across than the conversation that preceded it. Perhaps I've gotten less of a will to talk about myself and my life because of reasons like time, sis reading this, homework, and et cetera, but nonetheless it is present.

Maybe I've just wisened up and begun to take note of the fact that I've to work hard if I want my 36/45 points for IB at the end of the year. Or maybe I've just learnt that exposing your life to others isn't always such a good thing to do. Admittedly I've begun to know Klow less from talking to him, but more from reading his blog. But I don't silence my thoughts to hearing men only to voice it in visuals, so this doesn't benefit me.

Maybe it's the fact that a good number of people make misconceptions about what kind of person I am. It is always the case of the outward self against the inward self. When I portray my outward self too much, people like Darrell take it for granted and assume that's the me inside. Sure, I may be somewhat of an alpha male, but I can't really say that that's the reason why I don't take to Boey as well as I take to some others in class. Bryan's quite the egoist himself, I don't see ourselves getting along too badly. Darrell tells me next that I'm making enemies with my outward attitude. I ask him whom, and he can't answer. It's just weird being spoken of in a way that you aren't really.

I get calls from people while in class telling me that I'm being cynical again when I say something. I don't get it personally, after all I do believe that I've a better outlook and attitude towards life than a number of others. Yet few would see my view, Jarrel, Shaun, Klow, JX perhaps? Certainly more, but naming too many isn't the point. Jarrel told me that's because I'm speak out more often than the rest, hence my opinion is heard more. Makes sense, but the conclusion is difficult to take. When will this farcical and joking outwardly attitude of mine take over as my defining self instead of coexisting with my inner self? Who knows. Unlike Klow, few would bother to get to know me better. Curse or blessing? Who knows.

Nonetheless talking with those who know my better side is something to be thankful for. I am grateful for being able to sit next to JX, the ever underappreciated silent hero of our class. I doubt I'll be meeting anyone like him anytime soon anyway.

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It's a world of laughter, a world of tears
It's a world of hopes and a world of fears
There's so much that we share that it's time we're aware
It's a small, small world.

There is just one moon and one golden sun
And a smile means friendship to everyone
Though the mountains divide and the oceans are wide
It's a small, small world.

It's a world of pain and a world of strife
But remember there still is joy in life,
Though fate may be your foe, know that you're not alone,
It's a small, small world.

Lie back where there's shade, feel the breezy wind,
Turn and see, there're more leaning on the tree,
Trees and grass, smiles and cries, clouds and skies, sweet goodbyes,
From the moon to the sun, it's all shared by everyone,
It's a small world after all!

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Maybe I'm not that good at being a lyricist. >_>