Thursday, August 31, 2006
boy do i hate being sick. can't exercise, can't really study. sucks. but oh well, at least i stayed home and rest. think the best way to recover oneself is to drink loads and loads of water(kinda like water parading during army eh guys?), forced vomitting, and covering oneself up in a blanket to sweat it out. yeah. that is indeed the best way for me at least.
as i was laying on my bed yesterday, had the luxury of time to think about things that were happening in my life. also found the time to talk to my Father. yes, it has been a long time since i did that.realised that i have been neglecting Him for a long long time. i have already forgotten when was the last time i did real and proper quiet time already. i am sorry Father. please forgive me for what i have done and what i have failed to do.
now i am in school. supposed to be in lecture but couldn't make it so i decided to head to the library so that i can download a file to do my readings. but guess what, the lecturer uploaded the wrong file onto the website. sigh... so now i have to contend with writing stuff for my blog and probably finding books to read for my break time later. tons of readings man i tell ya. so many that i juz can't seem to finish it. sigh.
back to finding books.......... ***and i juz recovered. can't exercise till tmr i guess***
ending off with something i juz read:
******His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying
to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby
bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and
struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have
been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings
An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father
of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving
off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the
family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son
will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a
man we both will be proud of." And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from
St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known
throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of
Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken
with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Work like you don't need the money.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Dance like nobody's watching.
Sing like nobody's listening.
Live like it's Heaven on Earth.
May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.*****
Speakth at... 9:20 AM
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