Here is some pretty interesting stuffs.
Quite true apparently.



Dear students,

I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always be there to decide for you
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish
I can teach you to respect, but I cannot force you to show your honour
I can advise you about friends, but I cannot choose them for you
I can warn you about drugs, but I cannot prevent you from using them
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I cannot achieve them for you
I can teach you about kindness, but I cannot force you to be gracious
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make your morals
I can tell you to live, but I cannot give you eternal life

It pisses me off when people clean my stuffs.
I mean i dont touch you stuffs.
Why must you touch mine.
Those things might not hold any value to you.
But to me, they are priceless.
The memories they share.
I'm such a sucker for reminiscing past tales.
Of how friends drifted apart.
It aches my heart.

It's just like Toy Story 3.
It pains you when we drift apart.
You don't want it, but it happens
People might not realise it, but on my computer lies every links to blogs that once belonged to
friends.
It saddens me that every time i click it, a dead links comes up.
Or just that the blog is dead,on hiatus.

Dead Links.
Empty Shells.
Empty Closets.
As days gone buy, a skeleton of what was the past.
On what is the foundation of our future.
I miss those days.

These are the very things that i still remember.
The past, the forgotten.
I think i might update this blog more often now.