<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/7074329?origin\x3dhttp://celticdream.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script> The Confessions of an Escapist v3
Thursday, July 29, 2004
3:49 PM

today, LimGC finally agreed to meet our group and discuss the fate of our micro essays (i bet i got the famous F, as usual), but she unexpectedly had to cancel our discussion because she had to rush off immediately; one of her students' mother had passed away.

reality bites doesn't it? someone may be in the pink of health one day, but the very nxt day, he might just be gone. personally, i was very disturbed. someone in college had just lost his/her mum. how would i react if i were in his/her shoes? i mean, its A levels this year and all, how would i ever be able to get the motivation to pull through? times are really hard now i guess. death has been rather apparent these few days, and everyone seems to be coming down with one illness or another (apparently the whole bio department is having a flu, and sCross has chickenpox). yea, we all should try to pay a little more attention to our health ya? don't slog too late into the night, rem to sleep enough. and we ought to appreciate the people around us a little more too. don't be too harsh to anyone. you never know, tomorrow may come and that person may be gone. apologies-to-be will be rendered irrelevant. regret sets in. regret. that's one word i'm really beginning to despise.

we should never trap ourselves in circumstances where we regret our actions. never.