i think im out of mind recently.. have been working and working. especially the last 2day where i worked from 10am-10pm, den 10.30pm-5.30am (but we finished early and ended at 3+am) den i continued selling chocs from 10amto10pm today. woo. rlly drained out... and the day b4 had a nice day out meeting up wif old frenx and had a nice dinner=).
endure and enjoy...
not looking forward to this sunday at all and will not be going down. not becus scared but i feel there isnt a need as a number thinks they are good enough to stand on their own. what has been said has been said, nothing more is needed. now we shall all await to see the final result. will it end in tears of happiness or sorrow or...
"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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