Footprints on the Journey of Life

I can't really say much because I'm positive that my Internet connection will kick me off by the time I finish this....

2009-02-23T19:01:00.000+08:00

Okay, the random title aside (that's because I was cut off the my Internet proxy server 5~6 times in a row just now...all within 3 minutes...really exasperated), I will get to the point:

Seems a long time since I was last here. Lots of stuff happened. Life's getting busier and busier, as expected. I will make this a short post then...so long.

Stepping back.

2009-02-03T14:46:00.002+08:00

It seems a long time since I last wrote. Due to the snail-paced internet connection of my home, I cannot enter this page.

It had been a activities-laden few days.
29 Jan: Discussion on Start-Up
30 Jan: Experiment
31 Jan: Experiment
1 Feb: PA duty

Finally, there's time to stop by and drop a few thoughts.

Or, rather, feelings...

Feels strange...well, yes, and that more or less captures all there are.

A Lazy Step

2009-01-27T21:31:00.002+08:00

Despite the somewhat formal (or even solemn) tone of my previous posts, the real me is actually a very jocose and fun-loving individual. To prove the point, let me share a joke:

Two guys were in a bar watching the television when the news came on. It showed a guy on a bridge that was about to jump, obviously suicidal.
“I’ll bet you $10 he’ll jump,” said the first guy.
“Bet you $10 he won’t,” replied the second. Then, the guy on the television closed his eyes and threw himself off the bridge. The second guy hands the first his money.
“I can’t take your money,” said the first guy. “I cheated you. The same story was on the five o’clock news.”
“No, no. Take it,” said the second guy. “I saw the five o’clock news too. I just didn’t think the guy was dumb enough to jump again!”

Well, okay. That may be a rather cliched joke. Still, it shows I can be fun, doesn't it?

Stepping into the New Year

2009-01-26T23:07:00.003+08:00

Marvelous! I am actually here to pen my second entry! It is quite a dichotomy between what one says he will do and what one really does. I have to avow that I had no confidence in the life expectancy of this blog last time. Since I am still here, however, I surmise that I will probably keep the ink flowing.

Before I digress too far, I shall end the above desultory discussions and proceed to the theme of this post:

Today is the first day of a new year, the Year of Ox in lunar calendar. A page is flipped and we now face a blank new page in the annals of history. 2008 is certainly an event-laden year. Riots in Tibet, Melanine in milk and subprime crisis in US among many others marked a turbulent year. Fortunately, the success of Beijing Olympics and ShenZhou7 space walk instilled joy and pride in my heart, and portended a brighter future.

My path ahead is long and tortuous. A-levels loom ever nearer. Commitments in CCAs are piling up. Research project and competitions are adding to the workload. SAT tests (and probably AP) also require hardwork and precious time. I have already given up H3. Do I have to sacrifice more?

Despite the perhaps morose tone of the above paragraphs, I am still sanguine about this year's prospects. What cannot be achieved, if we perservere?

The first step...

2009-01-25T11:34:00.000+08:00

Few years ago, when a friend suggested blogging, I scoffed. A blog is akin to a diary; a dairy is personal and confidential. Who, with a tinge of dignity, will put all his/her life and feeling candidly on the web for all to see? I mused. Who, with the right state of mind, will surf the Internet and dig into others' private lives? I wondered.

Yet I was wrong. I had been insular and myopic in my thoughts and reasonings. What I scoffed at a few years ago was not the ludicrous idea of blogging, but my withdrawal and cowardice. It takes a tremendous amount of courage to delve into yourself and face your feelings squarely. It takes an even greater amount of bravery to state those feelings frankly.

This is my footprints. I can never foresee what the unfathomable future has in store for me, but I will find solace in the footprints behind me, always. This, is the first step...