who am i? who am i if circumstances keep making me change? i've already come all the way here; how come the roads branch and fork and dance at the horizon? can't i be who the world wants me to be, and still be who i know myself to be?
who are we other than the person we know ourselves to be?
who stares back at you from within the mirror?
who is that person called by your name in the past?
will you be yourself in the future?
will you remember who you are now?
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just re-watched the video i made for my dad's birthday... didn't like the first part on hindsight, but there were some flashes of brilliance that made me go "wow... i'm good at this".
isn't it nice? to think that you are good at something? too often we try so hard to be humble that we forget that we can do some things well, and that people appreciate that.
other stuff...
just had went for an archery mini-competition for beginners :) was really really close to getting 2nd place, but my hand somehow slipped at the last arrow and it went way too low. ah well.
oh and the journals are about to be sent for printing :) *high fives candice*
just re-read my previous post... "my little life"... i think that's a nice way to call my life. :)
today was interesting. went to tecman today to discuss candice and my designs for the journals (gonna get them printed soon, in huge huge batches!), and happened to arrive exactly when the staff had caught a thief and were waiting for the police.
i think all hope of escape must have died in his mind when he saw my dad and i (both pretty big guys) arrive to stand at the doorway of the shop where he was being detained by one of our rather fierce-looking male staff member. i mean, if he tries to run, all i have to do i push him hard to the floor and when my dad and i sit on him that's the end.
that, and had my second latin ballroom lesson for the term! which wasn't very interesting given that they're teaching moves i've learnt before...
other than that, a lot of stuff happening and coming up.
1. i've joined the school salsa team (VERY taxing training)
2. will likely try out, at least, for the latin ballroom team
3. am considering joining the archery club (cos i've been going for a beginners' course and the archers seem impressed with me heh)
4. will likely join a sub-committee for the upcoming latin fest, a latin dance festival, smu is organizing.
yeah, events are swirling around and people, both nice and not-so-nice, are coming into my little life.
i instinctively don't like uncertainty, which may be the reason why i've been feeling disoriented and even worried about the future, these days. but i guess... i'll hold on to the belief that things always do work out well.
*slightly-tired smile*
you know how just talking to an old friend can bring back memories of a whole era of your life? just had that experience :) not just an era, but an era full of wonders and surprises, that is all the more precious because it passed by so quickly...
and secondly, i have this theory that smu students' grades are divergent. in that the good will do better and better, and the bad will do worse and worse. that's because a big chunk of our grade is in projects. and the good students tend to group together (obviously), leaving the not-so-good ones to group within themselves...
:)
ok i planned to put up a lot of photos, but it's late so i'll put just one up for now :D
:)
Mazzlewaz the king on his lofty throne
As a beam of the sun from his window shone
On the gold of the ground of the highest hall
Where the people cry as the heroes fall,
Said, "Hand me the sceptre of jewelled silver
We plucked from the dark, unending shiver
Where our enemies died while in vain they called,
And our people cried, "Their heroes fall!"
So the Guards of the Sceptre march up the stairs
Past watching lords and their ladies fair,
Whose eyes, like stars, affixed, enthralled,
That saw people cry and heroes fall.
Now king with sceptre and sceptre with king
And a song of war, this song they sing:
Minstrel and soldier and blacksmith and thrall,
All our people cry, "Their heroes shall fall!"
The king, on his feet - his steely gaze
Catches each eye, each radiant face -
And raising his voice in resounding call,
"Make their people cry as their heroes fall!"
