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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fie away, fie away, breath!
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, struck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.

Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strewn.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, there my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave
To weep there Twelth Night [Act 2 Scene 4]


Find that part of the song that Feste sang very sad... I'm getting deeper in love with Twelve Night. But the Unrequited Love part is sometimes so maddening...

Haiz~ Still worried about that thing. Just a few more days to go... Hahaha, heard about the results. Congrats to those people.
Congrats to my dear Sec 2s as well. Well done! And thanks for the Kisses. Hmmm... saw in John sir's blog. Sengkang Sec got third. Not bad arh. Kinda surprised. Jay Lloyd must be happy.

Why are there so much problem one? Can they go shake their ears? Mary! It's nature instinct for living things to want the best for themselves. So we aren't at fault. I hope that her anger will be apeased. I hope everyone will just put themselves in others' shoes. Like I said. Not that you're not good. Just so happened there's someone out there who's better than you. Such thing will happen everywhere. No matter which part of the globe. So you have to learn to accept the fact that you're not as good. Having self confidence is good. A little proudness in you will do you good. But excessive of anything will destroy you. Sometimes even to the state beyond cure and recovery...

Met mum yesterday. She cut her hair. So cute. Hahah...
She told me that she's unhappy working there. Boss isn't nice. She's having insomia again. I don't know how to help her...
All that I can say is that no matter where you work. There's bound to be unsatisfactions. One has to bare with it...
She's short of money... But yet she still gave me $20. Sometimes I just wish that she'll stop giving me money and keep it for herself. But whenever I tell her not to give me. She gets kinda upset. Maybe she thinks that as a Mother. She never look after me and all that she can do is to give me a few dollars when she gets a chance to see me. Just that little she can give and yet her daughter is telling her to keep it for herself... So I'll just accept it. I never spend them anyway. I always keep them. All those money that she gave me...
I hope that her life will get better. But, maybe she'll have to wait for a long time. At least till I work... Maybe. I don't know. No one knows the future. Who knows I'll just die the next minute or hour after this post has been published...

Why do I keep thinking of tn*t p*rs0h?


s e n s e d @ 5:19 PM