Red lights...

I guess a life's journey is like driving. Sometimes its a cruise, othertimes its a bumpy ride.

Meeting a red light while driving, I would say, is a part of the driving process. I hate red lights. It's wasting my time, wasting the petrol, and making me stop and watch other people pass me by while doing nothing at all. After 20 seconds of waiting, I would suddenly focus my attention on the most minute detail on the road, like what colour the bag of a pedestrian is, the license plate number of the car which just made a U-turn, and I could list more. My point is, I get distracted from my destination.

Sometimes my heart gets hurt. Its like stopping at a red light. I will then take a step back, focus my mind on other stuff, like blogging, playing Sims, and the list goes on. Then, my tears will flow, but my mind is still on finishing this entry, and suddenly, I don't know what else to do. Then I will indulge in self-pity, making myself believe that the people around me don't deserve my love for them anymore. A red light is not a pit stop in life, it is a sad chapter of my life.

So I guess meeting with a fatal accident would mean the end of a life.

A funeral forever marches in my heart,
Qing

Team NUS

Even though NUS does not recognise us, we are still Team NUS. We bear the NUS crest over our right chest, we bear the name on our backs. Shouldn't that represent something?

Everyone has got their own lives now. Everyone is busy with something. What I hope to see from you girls is that passion you all had while playing IHG. Where has that fire gone? Was it not due to passion that you girls agreed to join this team in the first place?

Girls, I believe we can achieve wonders. I really do. Look at us. Look at our improvements. Look at what we dared to try. Look at your teammates.

I do not know how to influence people to do tasks for me. But I hope I can show you that we can only achieve wonders if we are together.

Team NUS, whoosh,
Qing