Tuesday, September 19, 2006
today....nth much happen but....today is crazy day!!!alot ppl was kena rape...clothes were unbuttoned....den others take out phone and ......STARTING TAKE PHOTOS!!!!lol!!!childish la!!!do tis kind of things..........monday,nth happen..sunday,i study geog...exam coming....saturday,morning,play compafternoon study geog........friday,CCA stand down!!!LIT drama presentation after skul.bdae celebration for class cancel off becuz the presentation sld be present on thurs.thursday,mr yoong was hot!!!he was flaming hot!!!burnning hot!!!!alot of us nvr do lit presentation!!!he torn down the respect mindmap which he ask us to put up.......all was sad...wednesday,forgot wad happentuesday,CCA....quite early go home tt day....monday,forgt wad happen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You're in my heart, you'll be in my dreams, no matter the miles between
-do u care..?i wish to know..
Friday, September 08, 2006
How can i love someone so much
And let her go so i cannot cry
With only her, i can survive
She was the one who made life so good
Oh how i wish that i could
Have taken back all the mean tt i said
All the nasty thoughts that were in my head
e thoughts tt made miie grow apart
And left miie alone to wait in the dark
To just sit and wait for her to come for miie
But in the darkness there’s nothing i can do
I want her but i blew it all
And there’s nothing left to do but just crash and fall
My perfect heart, it does break down it dies when it hits the ground
And when it hits, it can not fall anymore
It hits, with such speed, on that dark hard floor
When it hits it shatters all around
There are pieces of a broken heart scattered on the ground
i pick them up and i try to mend
i try to fix but my heart wont bend
This one person is the only one i feel for
So when shes nt wit me, i think there is no point to live anymore
i then go lie on my bed
And i wish right then that i was dead
But even though we are apart
I will juz keep HER in my mind and mostly my heart
-do u care..?i wish to know..
A day without you,
Is a day without me,
For you make me who I am,
And who, I want to be.
A day without you,
Is a day without light,
For you light up my sky,
And you light up my life.
A day without you,
Is a day without sound,
For I open my ears,
To hear you around.
A day without you,
Is a day without cheer,
For you make me smile,
And you don't cause a tear.
A day without you,
Is a day without sight,
For you open my eyes,
And make my world bright.
-do u care..?i wish to know..
Monday, September 04, 2006
Among all flora and fauna, the mimosa plant has a unique quality; it is sensitive to touch. The slightest contact makes this shy plant retreat to safety – a miraculous movement that makes one ponder what it is protecting itself from. At first glance, its sensitivity may be seen as a sign of aloofness but upon deeper understanding, its sensitive response may be an unsaid wish to be handled with care, tenderness, and patience.
Perhaps like the butterfly in its safe and warm cocoon, the mimosa finds comfort in the safety of itself – fear and uncertainty holding it back inside. It’s afraid of being hurt, no matter how much pain it has survived – uncertain if its resilience is enough to withstand whatever doubts that are playing it its mind. But the butterfly has come out of its cocoon, breaking a tiny piece of its safety, layer by layer as time progresses. It has shuddered at the nakedness of its cocoon but it has learnt to let go of fear and uncertainty – and let the warm rays of sun caress it back to strength, strong enough to let it try its wings, little by little.
Brave butterfly, this newfound freedom of flight is akin to ecstasy – flying so high and bursting into song, so lost in touch. The world takes on a completely different perspective from this height – the sky is a beautiful, alluring azure…the clouds almost close to touch. Dizzy, breathless flight…
Shy mimosa…I know of your mutability, your potential for metamorphosis; just like the butterfly. Trust in your beholder, like you have done so and you’ll realise that you’ll be found – not lost, in the acme of tenderness and the care of a patient nurturer.
-do u care..?i wish to know..
