(from dilbert.com)
Particularly poignant quote that I came across yesterday while skimming through Critical Thinking and Everyday Argument (by Jay Verlinden). Really apt considering the prodigious amount of scholars that stay at my hostel, besides the fact that there’s another intervarsity debate coming up this weekend (debates are very, very addictive)
Also, first post from college! Large amounts of flexibility when it comes to time grants me the chance to write / read more. Hoping that this won’t be the last post from college though.
P.S- Yes, I am aware that there are many answers to Dilbert’s question. But it’s a nice rhetorical twist to a cliche idea anyway.
Filed under: Inspiration
Big brothers who take time out from their busy schedule and rush home all the way from Singapore just to send their little brothers to the school prom GMH.
:):):):)
Filed under: Inspiration
Its 3.36 A.M, and I’m still busy reading the succinct posts on this website which make me tear.
I was at a dance at my boyfriends school when we got in a fight and I went to the restroom to cry. An older girl saw me and sat next to me on the floor, in her beautiful gown. She talked to me and made me laugh. Later that night, she was crowned Prom Queen, and I know exactly why. Beautiful people, inside and out, GMH
And it gives me hope.
if you’re interested in learning more about education / related events, you really should read Chen Chow’s blog.
right this moment, it seems that all the urgencies in the world appear before me.
I realize that I am dying, slowly, surely. But no! There are so many stories I have to share, to hear! There are none that are too small, too routine, too miniscule, to be forgotten.
I want to hear them all, and in return, share mine with the world! Every moment that I leave this be, will be a moment that I shall regret in the future. This is something that I have come to learn, after some time.The nagging whisper in my head grows steadily louder, louder, louder, and louder. Whispering incessantly, creating this feeling of dread.I realize that I can wait no longer. I realize that if unspoken, my stories will die, a silent, tragic and unfitting death. My stories beg to be heard!
And so I begin.
Memento mori.

