Time to smell the flower
I woke up late, having my brunch and then headed to school to do my report. I bumped into Ming Hui at canteen A. He still sports the blonde (hair) look. He did not stay in Hall anymore due to unsufficient points.It means I would not meet him in SRC gym anymore.Morever, how can he handle the travelling time from Tampines to Jurong? I had no time to do some catching up but would definitely met him up some day this week ( provided I had time )
I spent time trying to figure out how to manipulate the datas and create the graph using Excel. My life was getting harder when I realised that the file I downloaded from Auto-lab after 30minutes of tutoring with Zeng Cai regarding the good egenartion of graphs could not be opened. Worse, reading those help manuals did not help much. I never knew that I could be so illiterate in using MS Excel. Buck up! Knowing MS office is the most basic skill one need to know when one is in the workforce.At last, I just gave up and went to the canteen B to download some songs. I ended up chatting with Terence.Total waste of time.
I went back home and had my dinner and then went to the pool for a leisure swim to get my lean bod back. Then I went back home. I just had not fulfill anything today. Time just passed like that.And I seldom stop to enjoy the beauty of nature. I wondered why 24 hour seemed too short when I was growing older.In my eagerness to create a life, I often forget about my quality of life. I wondered what I was busy with?
Samuel Ullman said that Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
From there, I would find time to stop and smell the flowers.
I spent time trying to figure out how to manipulate the datas and create the graph using Excel. My life was getting harder when I realised that the file I downloaded from Auto-lab after 30minutes of tutoring with Zeng Cai regarding the good egenartion of graphs could not be opened. Worse, reading those help manuals did not help much. I never knew that I could be so illiterate in using MS Excel. Buck up! Knowing MS office is the most basic skill one need to know when one is in the workforce.At last, I just gave up and went to the canteen B to download some songs. I ended up chatting with Terence.Total waste of time.
I went back home and had my dinner and then went to the pool for a leisure swim to get my lean bod back. Then I went back home. I just had not fulfill anything today. Time just passed like that.And I seldom stop to enjoy the beauty of nature. I wondered why 24 hour seemed too short when I was growing older.In my eagerness to create a life, I often forget about my quality of life. I wondered what I was busy with?
Samuel Ullman said that Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a tempera-mental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spring back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the Infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at 80.
From there, I would find time to stop and smell the flowers.
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