The wonders of time

Well it has been a while. Seeing Noel and Phen updating their blogs again, I feel obligied to do the same. Haha.
But yeah, well its nearly the end of term 3, with two weeks to go. The most time consuming part, where free time is basically extinct, is now. Most of my test/trial exams/ exam revision occurs now. Now until December..lol. Can't wait until my high school education finishes, but I will certainly miss my friends I have made, ranging from prep to even..this year. *sigh*

Well I got about 4 test stacked against each other in two days, both next week and the week after. This is really going to test my organisation skills, I've had this situation occur to me once, and I barely survived it. Sick of sleeping past midnight, sick of test, sick of waking up each day with panda eyes... I can't wait to start my tertiary studies, I just can't wait to...

I read something interesting, like..short stories which are philosophical, yet it can be applied in reality and real life situations. I'll end by showing you the passage [It is getting late, 1:30AM. Got 6 hours to sleep]. Well here it is:

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There once was a little boy who had a nasty temper. He would just throw his tantrum on anyone, even to those who did not provoke him. The temper just went out of control. His father knew that if this were to persist it would jeopardize his life in the future. So, his father gave him a bag of nails, told him that every time when he lost his temper once, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

And so it began. On the first day, the boy drivo 37 nails into the fence. Days passed and over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. Along the way he discovered that it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't have to hammer any nail into the fence. He had learnt not to lose his temper that easily anymore.

Excited over his success, he told his father about it. Then, his father told him to pull out all the nails. He complied, and took them away. As soon as he had done with it, he went to find his father again with all the removed nails. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

"You have done well, my son. But look at the holes that you drove those nails on it. Notice, that the fence will never be the same again," he said.

"When you say things in anger, you cause a wound and leave a scar in people's heart, just like how you carved a hole on the fence. You can stab a man with a knife and draw it out once. But my son, no matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry', even though the would is healed, the scar will still be there," he added.

"A verbal wound can leave nasty scars on people as bad as a physical one. You must remember, people who loved you are very rare jewels, indeed. They make your day, make you smile, make your life like a rainbow. They lend you their ears, they share words of praise and they always open their hearts to us. Appreciate appreciate them, my son."

[Props to Noel for writing this up on his blog]
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Interesting eh?