hey.

thattt close to suffer from seizure attack. jkjkjk. life's in fast forwardx3 mode nowadays. we're like rushing in between assignments, chaos-ing between group presentations and sprinting from classes to research and room only to calm the headache and stiffness resulted from it all.

we're forced to clear a few gigantic hurdles with a leap.

my legs are so short. hmm.

i feel the heat. burn, baby burn. hahahah.

90/10.

must shift focus from the calamity to the One who holds it all.

dddance in the storms.

<3

#mylifeasateachertrainee
#sem8PISMPJan2012
#soldiering on

 Let no one say the past is dead.
The past is all about us and within.
Haunted by tribal memories, I know
This little now, this accidental present
Is not the all of me, whose long making
Is so much of the past.

Tonight here in suburbia as I sit
In easy chair before electric heater,
Warmed by the red glow,
I fall into dream:
I am away
At the camp fire in the bush, among
My own people, sitting on the ground,
No walls about me,
The stars over me,
The tall surrounding trees that stir in the wind
Making their own music,
Soft cries of the night coming to us, there
Where we are one with all old
Nature's lives
Known and unknown,
In scenes where we belong but have now forsaken.
Deep chair and electric radiator
Are but since yesterday,

But a thousand thousand camp fires in the forest
Are in my blood.
Let none tell me the past is wholly gone.
Now is so small a part of time, so small a part
Of all the race years that have moulded me.