Last week was apparently the last week of school, but awesome CJ gives us one more week of school during the first week of june holidays. #whycj #onlycj But, luckily its only half day ~ However, tuesday and friday have floorball and wednesday have some cca leaders related stuff at bishan, omg. Screwing my short days ):
31-05-2013 My first ever sports carnival in CJC, went quite well (: Obviously I played floorball. On the happy note, got to play with the J2s again and I'm proud of my team, I think we did quite well as J1s. Being able to bring the ball so far up, attempting to score even though their goalie blocked it but at least it was on target, and definitely not giving them the chance to score either. (: Proud that we got 2nd! M(ichael) I(s) C(hampion) H(ouse) A(t) E(very) L(evel). Its true, overall we were first for sports carnival ~ Proud that 1T32 was quite aesthetic and most of us actually earned a medal in our different games.
And then floorball is cool shit to actually have training from 3pm to 6.30pm after sports carnival which ended at 1pm. #whycj #onlycj So there's photo of the floorball girls eating together, yay! We're one. #ONECJC
Throwback to our last match. I hope we will stick together through thick and thin, all glory, sweat and blood together and achieve something or at least improve for A divs next year. I'm sure we can do it. Its gonna be tiring, tough and bullshit but I hope we can push on together no matter what. Let's go girls.
Sorry, I'm random.
On the side note, I actually did freaking badly for myes. I don't feel guilty because I've been receiving such results since 2009 every single term okay. But I'm actually worried that I can't promote because I really want to promote with my batchmates, my class and my floorball team. I sense the responsibility I carrying as the pcc of my class and as the vice captain of my team. If I'm gonna screw this, I'm gonna screw up the system in my class and my team, I so don't want that to happen. I'm gonna keep my determination and perseverance and get through all these. I'm gonna make it to J2, I will. Gonna put in much more effort and time and less time wasted or spent on what's not the most important now.
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
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