woohooo! today finally finished maths, think it was still managable but made a few careless mistakes here and there. argh. finally, there is a glimpse of hope for an A. the first one in my JC life. Of course, provided that P1 wont be too bad. pure maths, here i come! RARRR.
played frisbee today, from like 12-5. with ard 1hour break in between though. getting unfit now, got tired quite fast and cant throw properly. >.< tomorrow is teacher's day, won't be expecting much old faces there. well, human nature, understandable=). and prelims period too.
Yesterday, physics was badbadbad. difficult, or rahter, very different type of questions. and fell sick during that morning too. A bad flu and at night, had fever. Think I lost focus becus thought of relaxing abit the day before. argh. slept early, and told myself that i can't get sick. weee. today was all fresh and woke up at 4am to study!!!=DD. so i did like 6hrs of maths. =/. after that, brain exhausted. =(
well, and yesterday the 4 stages in a relationship with nature. !st: Nature.. 2nd: WAH. WAH. and more WAH that nature is beautiful. 3rd: nature is quite ugly 4th: nature is actually still beautiful.
but i think before this, you must first befriend nature and make it your friend.
do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know that the lock to the door has changed.
"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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