everythings over. It has been long since i posted a new post, and i haf officially completed O levels! woot. ^^. Hence, now leaving behind a wandering soul, without any motives in life. whatever it is, some topics to speak about now- GST increament.
GO AND BUY WHATEVER YOU WANT NOW! after the GST increment, all your stuffs will be much more expensive. This may be a bad news for many people but i would also have to congratulate the richer working adults. To them, a 2% increase would not be a big difference, but however, with the decrease of income tax, these richer people would then instead save even more! well, and hence, the gap between the rich and poor increases again. sigh. all the best to singapore's future. =)
Whatever it is, O lvls is over(for me), for those who still have pending papers, all the best! ==)
"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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