but tts not the main point. today was a nice day with the soccer game. It was really a nice match and "clean" game except that the ball keeps flying over. other than that, it was realli a nice game. kudos to all playing td! hehs.
and in a few more days, you wld grow older too. hope you wld haf a delightful day! hehs=DD
"Kiasuism Kiasuism and more Kiasuism everyday." Im getting sick of seeing the crowd all gathering around the door of the MRT or LRT when the train arrives. Its as though they are gonna dive into the train and grab all the gold they can. I believe that the word "Considerate" is definately not in their dictionary. Sometimes, i would really like to scream my head off at them and give them a piece of my mind. Comon, wake up wake up! I would definately hope to see a more "polite society" in Singapore before I leave but this might not ever happen...
We have stepped into the month of August, but what a day to start with the first day. Nearly 5 tests, but fortunately, 2 was postponed. What is wrong with teachers? Why must they arrange all the test together? Is there some kind of collaboration between teachers to stress us out or to train us for the O levels? But im afraid, even before we reach the O lvl, we might all suffer from mental breakdown. So, what are the real motives? To make it or break it? Isn't this too much of a gamble.
"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
