i guess.. its becoming a weekly postage.. as my comp died down on me.. leaving me in dis lonely and unfeeling world..
now.. its time for some recallation.. is there sucha word? nvm.. i rmbred.. on the last mon.. after the phy lesson.. where the "big barrel oil" piled us on for another 2 ws.. adding more burden on us.. comon! teachers.. stop it! stop ur selfish motives for wanting us to score well in the o'lvls and so.. u can enjoy the fame! but after all.. it all boils down to us.. of wanting us to get gd results.. but.. theres a limit to everyone ya.. i understand that.. seriously.. i understand.. now.. after the lesson.. i went home and went to meet philip.. and than went to great world to meet the other classmates.. the journey from redhill to great world was kinda a difficult one.. cux.. i suk wif buses.. but anyway.. we still gt the bus-stop. on the bus.. we met sc and moses too.. so off we go.. we dan had lunch wif yoshinoya and there was a cake bought by hx and lynn i tink? correct me if im wrong.. so.. after that.. we had the cake.. and caught a movie,perfect catch. kinda monotonous show though.. but after that, we went to played bowling.. it was more like a leisure one.. dan competitive for me.. but i duno about the others.. i oso went to played pool for awhile after that too.. dan i went home wif phil and wj.. its dan the end of the dae~ theres some minor matters that i didnt want to mention too.. or rather.. lazy to mention..=p
dan for the nx few daes dun hv anythg.. cept keep doing hw onli.. crappo.. but at least..80% hv been done.. remaining 20% slowly la.. heh.. even robots nid to rest rite? haha.. dan there comes thursday and friday where i went for my police knowlege course(PK).. its damn boring.. n tiring.. try sitting there from 8-5.. listening to talks.. but of cux.. break and lunch r in btw.. n.. nature takes it course.. at the start.. i was able to listen.. n gradually.. i find myself talking wif my group of frenx.. haha.. but still gt listen la.. hmm.. dan the nx dae.. theres still talk and at the end.. theres the test! time to reap wad we sowed.. the test was kinda tricky for some though.. hope i can pass.. n the passing mark was to get minimum 80%! wth man.. zz PK badge.. here i come! heh
and now.. today.. nth happened much.. and as usual.. did hw.. watched tv.. and had dinner at "Fishtails" at clark quay.. the food was good.. esp the escargot and the soft shell crap.. heex.. the crabby isnt like those u eat in sakae sushi or other jap restaurent.. its vry special.. after dinner.. and here i am! facing towards a 4sided box typing some things.. and here you are.. reading.. finally.. congrats honz.. and i hlp u advertise la.. he has a short film which will be showed on Arts central 9pm on a program called "Livewire". some last words for those hving exams soon(like me).. work hard and prepare to harvest ur fruits of ur labour! gambatteh!
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
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