Tuesday, March 3, 2009

--None Too Much--

::the man dat Owez sOoths my sOul::
I’ve tried my best, and tO my own shame, it’s nOt my best bits of it. But I’m wOrking hard On it, fOr it tO happen. FOr it tO shine, fOr it tO spear.

I’ve went thrOugh sO many things and sOmetimes I’m loOsing grip.
I’m a human tOo.
I’ve lost my temper.
I’ve thrown my tantrums.
I’m a human too.

Being hated is the least thing on my mind.
Being loved is slightly impossible.
Being respected is too high to crave for.
Being ignorant is somehOw terrible.
Being good is always has.
Being bad is always does.

It’s not easy to walk with hopes on your shoulder, and burst into a total world of differences and deliver something new so that it could be implemented.

It’s not easy to be a teacher.

And always, I shed my tears.


"Ideal teachers are those who use themselves as bridges over which they invite their students to cross, then having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, encouraging them to create bridges of their own." -- Nikos Kazantzakis

2 comments :

rasya.redza.seharum.kasih said...

sweetnya mereka..

licin tul kulit dia.. jeles la i..ish..

Mrs. Bunga said...

haih-haih

x payah nak jeles2 hOhOhO

dan anda sgt tidak aci kerana memprivatekan blog anda-hOhOhO