The History That Wasnt Left Far Behind

Thursday, August 21, 2008

My Favorite Novel

Here's my most favorite novel, I wanted to post it cause I want to share it too all the people here, especially the ones attending college, you know who you are, heheh, "Last lectures huh..." I'm not sure if its done in asia, but it would very fantastic if it is dont you think? I seriously doubt the University here would do such a thing, as we have different beliefs and thoughts, Randy's way of a proffesor is truly magnificent, I begin to wonder why a University has sometimes have a bad teacher, incompetent no... not at all, but the type to recognize students, their faults and weakness, why they are being assholes? skipping classes, it is the student's fault totally, but partially it's also the teacher's way of teaching, I didn't ask you to blame the teacher, hell no I didn't tell you that....


I won't tell how did Randy became a great proffesor to my eyes, but you just have to buy the book, and watch just how many wisdom you can get from a very thin book, Im not even done with it yet, Im already content...
Logan, Chloe, Jai, Randy and Dylan


A lot of professors give talks titled "The Last Lecture" Professors are asked to consider their demise and to ruminate on what matters to most of them. And while they speak, audiences can't help but mull the same question. What wisdom would we impart to the world if we knew it was our last chance? if we had to vanish tomorrow, what would we want as our legacy?

When Randy Pausch, a computer science professor at Carnegie Mellon, was asked to give such a lecture, he didn't have to imagine it as his last, since he had recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer, But the lecture he gave ---- 'Reall Achieving your Childhood Dreams' ---- wasn't about dying. It was about the importance of overcoming obstacles, of enabling the dreams others, of seizing every moment (because 'time is all you have... and you may find one daythat you have less than you think'). It was a summation of everything Randy had come to believe. It was about living


In this book, Randy Pausch has combined the humuor, inspiration, and intelligence that made his lecture such a phenomenon and gives it an indelible form, It is a book that will be shared for generation to come.

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D - E - L - I - V - E - R - E - N - C - E

Here you are again.
I can feel you breath down my neck.
Whispering his name while whistling those killer melodies.
You give me a face of an angel like you once had.
And I am nothing but a creature of habit running away in circles,

But I was found by gentleman that flew me up high.
Now I see clearly, I’m telling you to let go of me.

Now that I’ve found my way back home, where I belong.
No longer a slave running away in circles
because I’ve been found by this gentleman, who flew me high.

Get out of my head.
Get out of my soul.
Get out my dreams.
Get out of my house.
Get out of my life.

Get out. Get out. Get out. (Repeat)
No longer a slave…

No longer a slave running away in circles
because I’ve been found by this gentleman, who flew me high. (repeat)

G - R - O - W - I - N - G W - I - N - G - S

Crimson lights the sky, the bird still asleep
Like a dream it shines, from heavens safe keep
Childrens songs we sung, as soft as the breeze
Endless fields, our home, I long for those days

I call out these prayers to the sky, heavy with thought, see your face

I carry these memories inside, thoughts of a soul colored by love

See me grow wings and fly high, passions will die down below

I burn in a basin of fire, watchers look on as they dance in their merciless sky

Watching me, watching you

Silent black, the dawn, and time tell its tale
Darkened blood, it flows, the forest receives
Look within the dark as deep as you dare
There inside you find destruction you seek

I call out these prayers to the sky, heavy with thought, see your face

I carry these memories inside, thoughts of a soul colored by love

See me grow wings and fly high, passions will die down below

I burn in a basin of fire, watchers look on as they dance in their merciless sky

Watching me, watching you