tomorrow is grad day.. feeling kind of nostalgic now. lata kinjiang feeling is coming back, definately. not berkelah. strong tears vs weak tears. to all tomorrow, just let be natural. if no tears, dont act that you cry and if really feel like crying, dont control. understand? esp to the one who to cries alone hor?=)
thank you t14 for everything, this 2 years have been great with you guys and i love all of your. though i won't be joining you people for prom/penang trip, wish you people all the best. have fun and be safe. and i will b bringing all of you guys up the 7peaks!(class photo). =))
can time just slow down.. and may tomorrow never comes.
"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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