A smile is a sign of care
A smile tells how much to others
You are important and also dear
A smile is a sign of cheer
A smile is a sign of trust
A smile shows how you can
Be happy even in hard crust
A smile is a sign of joy
A smile is a sign of hope
A smile teachers you how you can
Remove the clouds of mope
For nothing but only a smile
Takes away your pain and trial
And pick your trouble’s pile
And let you smile, smile and smile”
-Smile is a sign of… by Seema Chowdhury-
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This is most curious! Why is it that Photoshop works so much faster at home than in school? The only difference between school and home is but the internet connection! Is that making a huge lot of difference?
Weird.
Curious.
I’m getting most frustrated at the internet connection in school! Argh!
This is ruining my mood almost every single day!
Irritating!
Why was I chosen?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I wonder…
Feeling irritated, but I do not know why.
Random feeling at 6:00 am in the morning.
Photoshop is being impossibly slow. It’s like a hundred times slower compared to home. What exactly is wrong?!
Tried troubleshooting, but I seem to be getting nowhere.
ARGH! Angry!
I feel like disappearing from the face of this earth.
The war was on again.
Outside, the pouring rain daunted anyone to even attempt to take a step out of the comfort of home. However, being the silly girl that she already is, she armed herself with an umbrella, took a huge breath and took a step into the torrent. Being armed with an umbrella – that’s half the battle won. At least this time, she need not have to wait under a tree for a kind soul to pass her an umbrella as they drove by.
As she stretched out her hand to unlock her gate, she could feel the ferocious winds whipping against her legs. Click! Her gate unlocked and she took a step across, bending her head so as not to hit the top of the gate. Her hand was already drenched just from having to close her gate shut.
Clutching her weapon tightly in her hands, she walked on. The merciless winds attempted to knock her weapon out of her hands many a times, but atlas, having learnt from a previous battle, she knew what was coming. She grasped her weapon so tightly until her knuckles turned white. She did not care how much it would hurt for this definitely beats having her weapon blown away, leaving her exposed; weak; vulnerable.
Although she tried to side step as many puddles of water as possible, it was hard to avoid every single one of them. Furthermore, time was ticking. She was going to be late! She could no longer be tardy and this meant that she could not carefully pick her way through the mine fields before her. Not caring much for her socks or her shoes any longer, she strode bravely forth.
Splash! Splash! Her feet were thoroughly soaked. Sacrifices have to be made in order to win the great battle. Her shoes and feet were worthy fighters and ought to be honoured for their selfless sacrifice and boundless bravery, but that was for another time. Right now, there is a battle that has yet to be won!
Suddenly, the whole world lit up, followed by a roar so loud that it sounded as though an atomic bomb has just exploded within the vicinity! Frantically, her hands rushed to cover her ears, but one was already rendered unavailable due to the need to hold on to her weapon. Her footsteps quicken in a bid to leave this battlefield as fast as possible. The battle was turning ugly and she definitely did not want more tragedies to happen. Death is the last thing on her mind.
The never ending clangs of thunder sounded relentlessly overhead while the glares of lightning continued to strike above her. It was as though any moment now, one bolt would shoot downwards and hit her squarely on the head. Fear gripped her. Panic took her by the throat. No, this is not a losing battle yet. There was still hope. She will just have to fight on.
Her grasp on her weapon tightened as her strides widened. The journey to her destination seemed endless although it was less than 2.4 km. The rain raged down upon her as the overcast sky grumbled and rumbled. There was no one else around; no one else awake. She was a lone fighter. She will have to do this alone. Quickly, her steps hastened.
Keeping her head bowed, and her weapon angled such that it blocks the rain that deviated from a ninety degree plunged due to the strong winds, she did not have a clear view of what was before her. Furthermore, the heavy pelting of the rain against the umbrella had caused visibility to be reduced to but a few hundred meters ahead. Without warning, a huge beam of light flooded her vision. She squeezed her eyes firmly shut, awaiting the clap of thunder that would soon follow.
1 second. 2 seconds. 5 seconds. Still nothing. Curious, she peeked. The beams of light were still there. ‘Weird,’ she thought. She turned, and was shocked to see a car behind her! No wonder! Those beams of light were from the headlights of a car. Feeling extremely dumb and silly, she quickly maneuvered to the side so that the car can make its way through. Disgusted at her stupidity, she quickly moved on. It’s not long now before she arrives at her destination.
Within minutes, the covered bus stop in which she was attempting to get to came into view. She heaved a huge sigh of relief and a smile crept onto her face. As she stepped into the blessings of the shelter, she saw a woman with both of her hands clasped against her ears. She grinned as that is such a familiar sight. Glancing back at the hazardous route she arrived from, she smirked.
It was another battle won.
Till we meet again then.
Be Happy!!
HAPPY!
HAPPY!
HAPPY!
I should be happy, shouldn’t I?
Haiz.
HAPPY!!
What a way to disappear,
and of all times now.
What a way for me to feel,
not way up, but down.
There is a need to focus!
There is a need to smile!
Exams are round the corner,
please study, study, study NOW!
No time to mope,
no time to moan.
No time to whine,
No time to groan.
No time to organize a search party,
For what is lost just cannot be found.
Face it.
That’s life.
Not a time to mope,
not a time to moan.
Not a time to whine,
not a time to groan.
Now, be gone!
It’s time to study!!
Do not bring us to the test,
but deliver us from evil.
Amen.
“Happiness is that which everyone longs
but few of us actually get
Happiness is that which rights all wrongs
and leaves us without regret
Why then does happiness torture us so
when all we want is to feel
what happiness does in the lowest of low
when everything just seems too real
Happiness comes to so many of you
you who think it will always be there
Happiness leaves you without the clue
that living without is a nightmare
If happiness could be passed on
would you then give it to me
Will you then cry when it is gone
and realize what it is to feel lonely”
-Happiness by Luci Loughlin, May 2007-
The stars twinkled on Faith @ 6:05 PM::
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