advertising is stressful.
no, and im not referring to the mad deadlines, the insane amount of workload or the pressing deadlines.
im talking about the handing up of an assignment. i never knew the importance of a cover page until today when i didnt have one.
the day had been a rushed enough one and it was not even 9am. the comfort of being able to slack only comes in when class starts and only then, does time seemed to slow down and come to a standstill.
woke up at 8am yesterday. finished work at 9 pm last night. caught up on reading and turned in late. wholemeal bread and chicken ham is all i eat nowadays but gosh, im still gaining weight.
i felt melancholic yesterday. was abit sick so i went down to the polyclinic. it was closed. the polyclinic was between my alma mater and the queenstown library. the sight of my secondary school brought back a trillion memories and i realised a very sad truth of life.
much as i've achieved in my secondary life, everything comes to a nought when i left. i left without a legacy. the stuff i did is continued on by my juniors. who will remember that i was the one who standardised the grading of classroom cleanliness in queensway? who will remember that i brought the team into National WITS?
nobody will. memories fade and images ceased. immortality is not achieved. people only remember the achievements only if it is prominent enough. like the invention of the lightbulb or something.
but one thing i know: i dont want to say "I only wish..." on my deathbed. (:
no, and im not referring to the mad deadlines, the insane amount of workload or the pressing deadlines.
im talking about the handing up of an assignment. i never knew the importance of a cover page until today when i didnt have one.
the day had been a rushed enough one and it was not even 9am. the comfort of being able to slack only comes in when class starts and only then, does time seemed to slow down and come to a standstill.
woke up at 8am yesterday. finished work at 9 pm last night. caught up on reading and turned in late. wholemeal bread and chicken ham is all i eat nowadays but gosh, im still gaining weight.
i felt melancholic yesterday. was abit sick so i went down to the polyclinic. it was closed. the polyclinic was between my alma mater and the queenstown library. the sight of my secondary school brought back a trillion memories and i realised a very sad truth of life.
much as i've achieved in my secondary life, everything comes to a nought when i left. i left without a legacy. the stuff i did is continued on by my juniors. who will remember that i was the one who standardised the grading of classroom cleanliness in queensway? who will remember that i brought the team into National WITS?
nobody will. memories fade and images ceased. immortality is not achieved. people only remember the achievements only if it is prominent enough. like the invention of the lightbulb or something.
but one thing i know: i dont want to say "I only wish..." on my deathbed. (:
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