yesterday was xmas party at james house. decided to go there instead of other party wif the 05 people because because because.
the party was great and nice to see back all the faces again. sorry for missing prom! the laughter, the chattings, how i hoped last night would never end and everyone wouldnt need to part. parting is a sad fact of life that just keeps repeating itself. since we were born, we are parting. primary school, secondary school, and not even forgetting everyday life. when you are on a bus, you part with people that you dont know. just that we dont take notice of it. and i watch twilight today with che,nd and marcus. it was quite nice just tt i felt some parts were a little draggy. it talks a little about parting at some parts too..
"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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