Friday, November 03, 2006
yes, it's an interesting situation we've got here..
btw, today , I collected my gpa. Well, it just occured to me that my piece of paper ( filled with disappointing content and comparitively less appeal) was in the midst of those which belong to the smartest people in the level.
*dad peeps over at my com*
Anyway, as I was saying, through out the year, it was definitely tough being pushed and tugged along by all those intense competition. No matter, how hard I tried to abstain from falling into that rapid stream, somehow it is inevitable to trip and therefore, reluctantly , partly, become part of the stream.
Cool, recalling the chinese passages, a couple of comparisons made about the sea and how its been made up by many many drops of water. Yes, the stream IS made up of many drops of water who are very very eager to make it to the ocean.
Ah, the world is wide and the society is dark. When you reach the ocean, you WILL somehow be contaminated in SOME WAY. ( Choose fish faeces or oily... oil? ) Whatever, you ( ok maybe only i ) get the idea. So, after you have been rushing all your life, making it up to right to the mark, you are greeted with a plunge. A plunge right back down to the basics.
You were top in class, the level, the best you could among all your peers. But as you emerge into a new stage, we are all the same. We work from scratch, we fight all over again, to stay upstream ( thinks of salmon). The chinese saying, 必要逆水行舟，否则不进则退。
Then again, yes yes we dig deep into our pockets for the key we have spent many of our child/teen hood , crafting. ( Some pull out stacks of money) However, some , those who have slogged, put in effort , will be pleasantly surprised , for their key, gold and glimming, would open almost every door they face. Cool for them.
For some of us, we find swimming upstream a tad troubling.
you shrug if off.. shrug it off...
which thereafter, people stand by the banks and sing
" I'll be waving my hand, watching you drown, watching you scream, quiet or loud..."
Sigh, imagine that. I certainly MIGHT not want that.
So what, let yourself flow downstream, feel the nice breeze that accompanies and be jolly about the lack of effort you put and the ability to feel the temporary comfort. ha!
先甘后苦VS先苦后甘
I remember, my grandma telling me this before.
Would you choose taking your red bean soup or your herbal tea first? ( real eg k! )
So back to the stream, would you flow first or struggle to stay?
Depends. If the dirty downstream, well accompanied by flesh-eating crocodiles and leeches , is not too shabby for your liking, by all means, go with the flow!
However, if the thought of a single speck of dirt in your proximity irks you out, oh boy, swim hard baby, you gotta be staying alive. ( Does the dance move thingy)
At this moment of time, I have some how built this machine onto myself. This thing has allowed me to stay afloat at the fixed position for as long as I want. COol, maybe, for the moment. HOwever, somehow, some magical sugar cane has grown out and stubbed itself into the riverbed , so much that I AM stuck.
I want to swim UP. but I stay PUT. Fortunately, I wouldnt go down.
But if you think about it, other people are still moving their limbs, fighting for the best for the futures. Very soon , you realise, practically everyone has surpassed you and you although stuck at the same position ( very comfortable, no aching legs, no tired brain ) has been morphed into the lousy pok!
Sugarcane, oh sugarcane, please sublime into sweet thingies and spur me on to swim swim swim. I will not be afraid of drowning, I will not fear choking on water, I will be taken able by the kicks I will have to receive from others, I will power up my way , somehow.
Why dont we get such skies anymore?
Something has happened. aND I'm not sure what.
I wanted to see, something that's different, something I thought you would change in me...
Gotta smile and not get worried, I try but it shows..
btw, today , I collected my gpa. Well, it just occured to me that my piece of paper ( filled with disappointing content and comparitively less appeal) was in the midst of those which belong to the smartest people in the level.
*dad peeps over at my com*
Anyway, as I was saying, through out the year, it was definitely tough being pushed and tugged along by all those intense competition. No matter, how hard I tried to abstain from falling into that rapid stream, somehow it is inevitable to trip and therefore, reluctantly , partly, become part of the stream.
Cool, recalling the chinese passages, a couple of comparisons made about the sea and how its been made up by many many drops of water. Yes, the stream IS made up of many drops of water who are very very eager to make it to the ocean.
Ah, the world is wide and the society is dark. When you reach the ocean, you WILL somehow be contaminated in SOME WAY. ( Choose fish faeces or oily... oil? ) Whatever, you ( ok maybe only i ) get the idea. So, after you have been rushing all your life, making it up to right to the mark, you are greeted with a plunge. A plunge right back down to the basics.
You were top in class, the level, the best you could among all your peers. But as you emerge into a new stage, we are all the same. We work from scratch, we fight all over again, to stay upstream ( thinks of salmon). The chinese saying, 必要逆水行舟，否则不进则退。
Then again, yes yes we dig deep into our pockets for the key we have spent many of our child/teen hood , crafting. ( Some pull out stacks of money) However, some , those who have slogged, put in effort , will be pleasantly surprised , for their key, gold and glimming, would open almost every door they face. Cool for them.
For some of us, we find swimming upstream a tad troubling.
you shrug if off.. shrug it off...
which thereafter, people stand by the banks and sing
" I'll be waving my hand, watching you drown, watching you scream, quiet or loud..."
Sigh, imagine that. I certainly MIGHT not want that.
So what, let yourself flow downstream, feel the nice breeze that accompanies and be jolly about the lack of effort you put and the ability to feel the temporary comfort. ha!
先甘后苦VS先苦后甘
I remember, my grandma telling me this before.
Would you choose taking your red bean soup or your herbal tea first? ( real eg k! )
So back to the stream, would you flow first or struggle to stay?
Depends. If the dirty downstream, well accompanied by flesh-eating crocodiles and leeches , is not too shabby for your liking, by all means, go with the flow!
However, if the thought of a single speck of dirt in your proximity irks you out, oh boy, swim hard baby, you gotta be staying alive. ( Does the dance move thingy)
At this moment of time, I have some how built this machine onto myself. This thing has allowed me to stay afloat at the fixed position for as long as I want. COol, maybe, for the moment. HOwever, somehow, some magical sugar cane has grown out and stubbed itself into the riverbed , so much that I AM stuck.
I want to swim UP. but I stay PUT. Fortunately, I wouldnt go down.
But if you think about it, other people are still moving their limbs, fighting for the best for the futures. Very soon , you realise, practically everyone has surpassed you and you although stuck at the same position ( very comfortable, no aching legs, no tired brain ) has been morphed into the lousy pok!
Sugarcane, oh sugarcane, please sublime into sweet thingies and spur me on to swim swim swim. I will not be afraid of drowning, I will not fear choking on water, I will be taken able by the kicks I will have to receive from others, I will power up my way , somehow.
What a silly class. Such a pain , yet ( i have to admit) quite a joy. Goodbye!
Why dont we get such skies anymore?
Something has happened. aND I'm not sure what.
I wanted to see, something that's different, something I thought you would change in me...
Gotta smile and not get worried, I try but it shows..I somehow. like this. picture. a . lot.
Never mind, those were her times..
