The pursuit of perfection is the enemy of progress.

well said, well said.

Life may not be the party we had hoped for, but while we’re here we might as well dance. =D

help help. spamming EE. TOK's screwing up too. then again, what isn't heh. and i'm just too tired to do anything really. it's really quite irritating. i don't understand why after crashing one night, by not doing any work and just going to sleep early, i can still feel tired the next day. i think i'm experiencing chronic fatigue, where the fatigue is just so deeply ingrained into me that i can feel energetic and refreshed again only by doing something like sleeping for maybe 9-10 hours every night for 2 weeks straight. now this sounds like a perfectly reasonable mission, except that, well, to every IB-er, it's a luxury??

dies..

oh Lord, grant me the strength to be a...

MAN OF STEEL.

"The International Baccalaureate aims to develop inquiring, knowledgeable and caring young people who help to create a better and more peaceful world through intercultural understanding and respect.

To this end the organization works with schools, governments and international organizations to develop challenging programmes of international education and rigorous assessment.

These programmes encourage students across the world to become active, compassionate and lifelong learners who understand that other people, with their differences, can also be right."

laugh? or cry?

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small

Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they'll soon discover
That I don't belong

So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them

Chorus
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone who's been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who's traded
In the altar for a stage

The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart

But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be

Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay

Chorus

But if the invitation's open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small

Basic
Information
Before
Leaving
Earth

=D

what a sweet lovely little acronym to remind us of the importance of the Bible!

and er, happy belated birthday acs, lol. quite a huge improvement since oldham's time eh..

ahh, help, constantly flooded with work. seriously, it's so ridiculous i don't even feel the urgency to rush anymore. it's like, rushing and working my a** off ain't gonna help anyway, there's always gonna be a mountain of work there. it's no longer those halcyon days when you "quickly finish your work so you can go and play" :_(

sad.