Yay! IPO is over!
It seems so surreal especially after all the months of preparation.
Somehow, the idea hasn't really sank in yet.
As Lemuel would put it:
"IPO withdrawal symptoms"

We certainly went through quite a bit.
Was it worth it?
These are things that can not be placed on the scales.
But if we were to look at the other end of the equation:
the friendship we forged through it all and how much each of us have grown;
I say they are priceless.

Here's to a successful IPO, and hoping the IP1s did have fun, and brought back something with them!

So, it's finishing the chinese project that's top on the agenda now...
and argh! we have another You Jing book again! ... how fortunate.
Exaggeration aside, it's so fascinating how she manages 2 paragraphs of description for everyone she meets in her book. In fact, it seems every being she meets is either stunningly beautiful, or horrendously ugly.
I seriously wonder if she lives on planet earth- how else are you to find such dramatically intriguing people?

The classic You Jing story goes like this:
1) She would be the kindest person in existence
2) If she is a teacher in the story she would have lots of dramatically problem kids
3) She would try to help the poor child but fail
4) She calls for his/her parents. (Here's where the lengthy descriptions comes in)
5) Yet more conflicts/ problems/complications ensue
6) Finally, she manages to solve the problem
7) The poor child will be immensely grateful
And the story always ends with
8) She looking out of her window, the butterflies are fluttering about, and she has a smile on her face and the gleam of the golden sun in her eyes

Wow, what a nice story line.
That is, until you continue reading and begin to discover the same thing in every story- other than the tweaks in character names, and the dilemma in question.
Suddenly, the poor child doesn't seem so poor anymore, the butterflies become plain irritating, and there is a gleam of the golden sun in your eyes because you are tearing in exasperation.

It's creativity that's lacking in her stories, and that's where the word cliché is a cliché in itself.
As Jolyn puts it: "Finshing the book is our final resolution for year 2006"
Don't worry Mdm Chan, we're working on it!

Yes, but at what cost...

Why do you ask me why I put my best foot forward?
Do I have to find reason for that?

Education isn't just books,
why can't you see what I am doing is bringing me more than the encyclopedia Brittanica has ever taught me?

You once saw me prancing among the bookshelves, pouring over books in the library, and you said I had an insatiable hunger for knowledge...
You were so happy then, and the joy I saw in you thrilled me to no end.
Don't you recognise it is this same hunger that drives me now?

Hunger for knowledge, hunger to do you proud.
Why do I put my best foot forward?

Non sibi
Not for oneself.

Life's been rather hectic lately...
Somehow, there hasn't been a day where I have lain at home all day long, switching between Kids Central and CNA and watching the occasional movie.
Talk about breaking of tradition, I guess this is what they call sacrificing for the greater good.

It doesn't help that somehow, it seems my entire year's "sleep debts" are catching up with me, and I feel so darn sleepy just about every moment now. . .
So it's yawn yawn yawn yawn all day long, wherever I go and whatever I do.
It does make me seem permanently disinterested and "sian,"
but truth is, I am just trying to keep awake. Z z z z z . . .

Things are getting rather alarming really,
I'd like to know how I can go on sleeping even with 2 alarm clocks ringing beside my ears!
Take today for example,
I set the alarm clock to ring at 7.00am so I have ample time to get to school,
but ended up waking only at 8.23am, with the alarm clock ringing on snooze mode!
This means I probably slept through almost 3/2 Hours of periodical ringing,
and the scary thing is, I heard,
or rather remembered, nothing at all !!

It's time for drastic action,
I am going to get a really noisy alarm clock and find some way to strap it onto my ear or something!

Hahaha, something like the "Final Solution" huh?
Lol, I am crossing my fingers that it'd work...

Zeus, who guided men to think
who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering.
Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory;
Against our pleasure we are temperate.

Agamemnon, Lines 177-180

In the end, is the price too great to pay?

To hang on, or to go away?

Ah haven't blogged for a long time, the holidays have been pretty hectic for me,
and as usually, time's been flying me by...

Sigh, there's just too little time in a day!
I figured too much time is wasted on sleep-8 hours gone in a wink!
Life's too short, I am sleeping lesser therefore,
sleep becomes a luxury.

Time is a wicked monster,
we invent watches and clocks to remind us of it's constant and relentless pace,
it's almost as if the tick tick tick-ing is saying
"I am fly fly fly-ing
and you better catch up"

What's so sickening is that time flys only on hindsight
Time flys only on hindsight.
You never know it's passing you by till it did.

More time, more time, more time, I need more time...
24 hours a day is pathetic


And oliver Twist goes:"Please sir, more gruel?"

I am sure you needn't be told what happens next...