Rain and Tears

2006-05-16T00:27:00.001-07:00

went for job interviewed . . .

seems to go round in circles

duneo why?

film talk . . .

our teacher don't look like our teacher

he dress so funky . . . lyk our bro . . .

that evening miss my show for the talk but it

was a interesting one cos i didn't fell asleep

throughtout. After that went for dinner at

marina sq. Pretty fun and took pics whereva

we are.reach home reall late . . .

13MAY06 sat

2006-03-28T07:09:00.000-08:00

I HATE MYSELF

i really hated myself

i am actually the stupidest person on earth.

today the networking test sucks mex

for dat i lost few points for the stupidest mistake

i ever make despite hints being drop at my

ear. SUCK mex! the mistake really suck

fel so stupid . . .

i didn't got it

but luckily i didn't cry lyk last time

2006-03-27T01:20:00.000-08:00

Are we at war tonight,

will there be angels whispering to me good night,

don't wake when the lightning strikes

for my heart for you is true,

let no one take that from you

time is running tight,

can't change from wrong to right

So I'll close my eyes and dream a little

Just like how we used to be baby

It's time to say fare-well,

No need to cry or feeling sorrow

It's alright, all in the book of lifeheaven

grant me one last wish I beg you

Let me say these words before I go

I will love you till the end of time with every breath of mine,

I'll hold you by my side

but I'll rest in peace,

my sweet heart would you

Let me die in your arms with you

only you can stop the rain tonight

only you can change my world from black to white

So I'll close my eyes

and dream a little more

Are we at war tonight,

will there be angels whispering to me good night,

don't wake when the lightning strikes

heaven grant me one last wish

I beg you

Let me say these words before I go

I will love you till the end of time

with every breath of mine,

I'll hold you by my side

but I'll rest in peace,

my sweet heart would you

Let me die in your arms with you

only you can stop the rain tonight

only you can give me strength to fight,

till the sky is burning,

It's the end of timelook ahead tomorrow,

a long and winding roadkeep the faith of mine

don't let it go

you're the only reason night ain't growing cold

what will I do,

without you

I will love you till the end of time

with every breath of mine,

I'll hold you by my side

but I'll rest in peace,

my sweet heart would you

Let me die in your arms with you

only you can stop the rain tonight

only you can make my world so bright,

life no longer empty,with you in my heart,

In my heart . . .

2006-03-26T06:14:00.000-08:00

today got practice and i still nicely catching nap,
wifout realising the bus leaving at 3 until vio call
me. In the end i hv to ask for money to take cab down
my gosh! this wkend nv rest enough at all.

at morning,my mum tel me jokes abt one relative and
i can't stop laughing to myself ,bcos of dat i felt guilty.
and i swear mex i swear going to slp enough for the up
coming holiday.
~nites*

2006-03-25T03:57:00.000-08:00

today wake up in the early morning for flag day . . .

whole event we slacking.

whole yesterday night ,i slept wake and up , didn't catch much sleep.

surprised today can tahan till 4 plus. catch a movie at cinileisure

~ V for Vendetta. nice sia that show.

don't miss it*

2006-03-23T23:32:00.000-08:00

no words can describe

how tire and boring i am

2006-03-23T02:30:00.000-08:00

Tough Dream

My mind is drifting and befuddled.

It has been raining. There is mud.

I'll have to swim through these big puddles.

Long before I awake.

(Based on a dream)

The woman in my dream writes poem after poem.

She is tall and golden,

with a smilelike a crescent moon lazily rockingon the rim of the world.

She reels in line after languidline,

her words strung like nebulaein which my envy spins,

a shadow catch.

Wakefulness intrudes,

trailing a stark wire across the sky on which dark birds perch,

waiting to escape throughthe blue door of dawn.

Her lines unravel,

the dreammore a black hole now that trapsits own lingering light.

I cull and hoard lines from her lost poemsl

ike Grandma in the Great Depressionsaved the least bit of string,

knotted end to end and wound

round and round in a motley globe.