I am really starting to develop a liking for economics. It is so logical and commonsensical, but yet at the same time, in need of so much precise jargon to actually get you your marks. For some reason, although I've never really liked anything that has got to do with graphs, I was rather fascinated with the graphs that explained, or rather, illuminated so many of the economic concepts. The recent lectures on market dominance are really interested me. Can't wait to attend more of the lectures on market failure!
Is it me or do I sound like a total nerd?
Oh yeah, Math also got a lot more fun now with the addition of statistics. Although I'm still fumbling a little, I think I have the basics pretty well, and it seems so much easier to do that freaking differentiation and integration. Alas, I might be wrong though, since we've barely covered I'd say 10% of the statistics topics. Still, I am looking forward to doing more of Statistics.
Maybe then, just maybe, when I start to like Math again, I might start to do well it in, though I suspect my hatred for Math that has lasted for 7 years now would go away that easily.
Maybe its the AJ mood, maybe its the worry of promotional examinations, maybe its the threat of competition, but my desire to excel for my promotional examinations are stronger than ever.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Concrete Angel
Stacey, a friend of mine, recently passed me the link to this song. Little did I know, this video is actually one of the most touching I've seen in a while. Take some time to watch this video and listen for the lyrics, its pretty meaningful. This is also based on a real story of the singer's niece (apart for the angelic part, i assume). Makes it just so much more impactful.
Concrete Angel
Songwriters: Bentley, Stephanie; Crosby, Rob;
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Watching this, I recall this book I wanted to get for a while already, titled "Mummy Doesn't Love You". This is probably a great opportunity for myself to indulge in emo-ness and feel really lucky at the same time that my parents are not alcoholic and/or abusive.
Concrete Angel
Songwriters: Bentley, Stephanie; Crosby, Rob;
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace, oh
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it will be too late
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place
Where she's loved concrete angel
Watching this, I recall this book I wanted to get for a while already, titled "Mummy Doesn't Love You". This is probably a great opportunity for myself to indulge in emo-ness and feel really lucky at the same time that my parents are not alcoholic and/or abusive.
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