Note: This post contains offensive remarks. Reading it or not is up to you.(no pin-pointing of any teachers)
Today was supposed to be our IPPT 2.4km run. I just took it as it is with a carefree mood. It was when it started raining and i started to get indolent because of the weather. Some loathed it, some loved it. I belong to the latter group as i can feel the tinges of pain on my leg while walking.
It was towards the end of the day when it was still raining but no announcement had been made. So, all of us shall take it as the run still goes as per normal though suspense still rings through the air.
So, most of us went to change and while proceeding to the destination, we were informed that the run might be cancelled, so we waited. And in the end, it was postponed.
During last year, this same thing happened when many of us had went to the stadium as no notice of cancellation of the run has been made. Why cant just this teachers whom are in charge of the run be more responsible and learn from their mistakes? Teachers often scolds us when we do sumthing wrong, but wad have dey done now?
Nothing!
Irresponsible scumbags, cant u just practice wad u preach?
wad a good example as a teacher and we should follow suit of being irresponsible rite? Are you trying to teach us on wads irresponsibility?
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
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