EMPTY :: Saturday, February 28, 2009, 21:58
听海-张惠妹
写信告诉我今天，海是什么颜色？
夜夜陪著你的海，心情又如何？
灰色是不想说，蓝色是忧郁。
而漂泊的你，狂浪的心，停在哪里？
写信告诉我今夜，你想要梦什么？
梦里外的我是否都让你无从选择？
我揪著一颗心，整夜都闭不了眼睛。
为何你明明动了情，却又不靠近？
听，海哭的声音！
叹惜著谁又被伤了心，却还不清醒！
一定不是我，至少我很冷静。
可是泪水，就连泪水，也都不相信！
听，海哭的声音！
这片海未免也太多情，悲泣到天明！
写封信给我，就当最後约定。
说你在离开我的时候，是怎样的心情！
写信告诉我今夜，你想要梦什么？
梦里外的我是否都让你无从选择？
我揪著一颗心，整夜都闭不了眼睛。
为何你明明动了情，却又不靠近？
听，海哭的声音！
叹惜著谁又被伤了心，却还不清醒！
一定不是我，至少我很冷静。
可是泪水，就连泪水，也都不相信！
听，海哭的声音！
这片海未免也太多情，悲泣到天明！
写封信给我，就当最後约定。
说你在离开我的时候，是怎样的心情！
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EMPTY :: , 08:56
151 days had passed......
people said that one's birthday should be happy but I am not......
Some people just wouldn't understand the pain I'm going through and started saying nasty comments.......
People, if you do not know what had happen, could you just SHUT your mouth up!!!
I'm getting sick and tired of it.
Someday.....I will be alright....I hope so...
someday......
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EMPTY :: Thursday, February 26, 2009, 22:36
149 days had passed......
People just don't understand......
maybe JLYC will understand cos he felt the same pain as I did.....
Time shaped people....it does whatever it wants and now I realised it is true.....
But there is one person always with me, by my side and that is GOD....
I will look for Him and ask him to make me strong again.......
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EMPTY :: Wednesday, February 25, 2009, 20:56
148 days has passed......
Today received back some papers and some people OBVIOUSLY got NO SHAME....
EL today received one of her paper which she cheated...and why I say she cheated, it is because she did not play by the rules and yet can GLOAT about her high marks...
IF I don't play by the rules, then I will get FULL marks.....
no sense of honesty and integrity....
I dislike people with no honesty and integrity......
hmm.....
at least sis is so much better than her.....
sis....maybe I'll visit you during Qing Ming......
Still don't know whether can do it.......
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Where are you?
Gina needs you now and I don't really know what to do.....
Come and tell me how to handle it as my heart hurts as she is so stressed and depressed........
Of course.....I will hold out for you, doing what am I supposed to do, like you.....maybe we should keep our feelings deep inside cos no one understands.....
but will still go on and help people whenever they are in need......
Just come sis.....just come......
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EMPTY :: Monday, February 23, 2009, 20:21
146 days had passed.....
why is everyone treating me like this?? why can't everyone just accept the change in me??there is nothing wrong...but I'm only missing her.....sis i really miss you a lot...
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EMPTY :: Sunday, February 22, 2009, 12:40
145 days had passed.......
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don't feel like blogging......
we are one.....our spirits unite and till death do us apart
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EMPTY :: Saturday, February 21, 2009, 16:57
144 days had passed.....
Doing a maths like crazy.....
AWK give LOTS of homework.....
Grr....no time to visit her T_T
after O's maybe I will visit her once a week or if can, everyday.....
missing her so much that sometimes my heart ache......
where are you? Will you allow me to guide you back to a place call "home"..... I'll be waiting for you..
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EMPTY :: , 08:44
It is feeling any better.....
thanks to those who wish me a better recovery for my foot........
After common test....still got to study.....
wonder when can I visit her?
this is where time stops,where memories are buried and remembered forever
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EMPTY :: Wednesday, February 18, 2009, 21:59
141 days had passed.......
Should have known t keep silence about everything.....
there isn't anyway that can work....only you and me are the solution.....I miss you,M
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EMPTY :: Tuesday, February 17, 2009, 22:33
140 days had passed....
you asked me to put my problems away....but have you ever thought that this problem is not something that can be put away easily.....you asked me to forget all the problems I had but this thing that I am facing now is not a problem.... it is something that I got no chance to prevent it and it happened..... you know how sad am I? Probably not, why?.....no one is giving me a chance to change.....you said I was different from last year..... but why????? This thing had dealt me a very huge blow and I can't seem to take it and some people like ZCZE, I really pity him for not having the heart to feel.....you just can't see the problems I am facing now..... I am trying to study and do it a the same time......but you instead....accused me of sleeping and not putting in my effort....if i had not put in effort.... then I would not have been in this world anymore.....writing this......I do not want to talk much and I am tired of putting up with childish people(ZCZE,RH and more...)
The day when the incident happened....my previous self is dead...gone forever....now you see is the other one that surfaced
you said I was different from last time but look.......you don't even understand what am I going through and so....I hope you'll respect my privacy and stop forcing me to change.....
somethings in this world you just can't change it....I miss you sis......
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EMPTY :: , 02:04
140 days had passed.......
Nothing much happened except a few stuff.....
Why didn't you come and visit me?
Waiting for you to come.......
Sis..... I hope you can come soon
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EMPTY :: Sunday, February 15, 2009, 08:38
138 days had passed......
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me somuch," were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a service man in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pall bearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
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EMPTY :: Saturday, February 14, 2009, 15:12
137 days had passed.....
Yesterday, everyone got to do the IPP exercise...
my class finished within 20 minutes and had to wait for about 40 minutes....
then half-way, the air got so thin till I cannot breathe well.
stayed outside for a while and then YZW wants me back in.
after that really cannot take it and then go to General office.
half-way there, nearly blacked out but lucky still got a little strength.
Then in the office, i was trying to gasp for air then later, seems like i blacked out cause by the time I woke up, I was in TTSH already.....
damn unlucky, but got exempted from these exercise...
lucky that day can be discharged cause I want to go home and rest then later go see sis.....
V-day is here, but it feels like all occasions are very lonely.....
it is very lonely......
well maybe later I go see her again.....
Missing you every moment, sis.....
where are you?
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EMPTY :: Tuesday, February 10, 2009, 18:24
133 days had passed.....
The pile of homework is killing me!
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need to do my homework now.....
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EMPTY :: Saturday, February 07, 2009, 07:10
I find my star sign interesting:
Pisces! About Your Sign...
Pisces,
Pisceans possess a gentle, patient, malleable nature. They have many generous qualities and are friendly, good natured, kind and compassionate, sensitive to the feelings of those around them, and respond with the utmost sympathy and tact to any suffering they encounter. They are deservedly popular with all kinds of people, partly because their easygoing, affectionate, submissive natures offer no threat or challenge to stronger and more exuberant characters. They accept the people around them and the circumstances in which they find themselves rather than trying to adapt them to suit themselves, and they patiently wait for problems to sort themselves out rather than take the initiative in solving them. They are more readily concerned with the problems of others than with their own.
Their natures tend to be too otherworldly for the practical purposes of living in this world as it is. They sometimes exist emotionally rather than rationally, instinctively more than intellectually (depending on how they are aspected). They long to be recognized as greatly creative. They also dislike disciple and confinement. The nine-to-five life is not for them. Any rebellion they make against convention is personal, however, as they often times do not have the energy or motivation to battle against the Establishment.
Pisceans tend to withdraw into a dream world where their qualities can bring mental satisfaction and sometimes, fame and financial reward for they are extremely gifted artistically. They are also versatile and intuitive, have quick understanding, observe and listen well, and are receptive to new ideas and atmospheres. All these factors can combine to produce remarkable creativity in literature, music and art. They may count among their gifts mediumistic qualities which can give them a feeling that their best work comes from outside themselves, "Whispered beyond the misted curtains, screening this world from that." Even when they cannot express themselves creatively they have a greater than average instinct for, and love of, beauty in art and nature, a catlike appreciation of luxury and pleasure, and a yearning for new sensations and travel to remote, exotic places.
They are never egotistical in their personal relationships and give more than they ask from their friends. They are sexually delicate, in the extreme almost asexual, and most Pisceans would want a relationship in which the partner's mind and spirit rather than the body resonated with their own. Unfortunately they can be easily misled by a lover who courts them delicately and in marriage makes them unhappy by a coarser sexuality than they expected. They are nevertheless intensely loyal and home-loving and will remain faithful.
In their employment they are better working either by themselves or in subordinate positions. Their talents are individual in a commercial business or similar undertaking. They would be afraid to manage more than a small department, worrying always that they would fail in a crisis. They can make fair secretaries and bookkeepers.
Their sympathy equips them for work in charities catering for the needy, as nurses looking after the sick and as veterinary surgeons caring for animals. As librarians or astronomers they can satisfy their mental wanderlust, and their fondness for "faraway places with strange-sounding names" may turn them into sailors or travellers. Many architects and lawyers are Pisceans, and when the creative abilities are combined with gifts of imitation and the ability to enter into the feelings of others, Pisceans find their fulfillment on the stage. Their psychic and spritual qualities can lead them into careers in the church or as mediums and mystics. They may find an outlet for their creativity as caterers, and are said to make good detectives because they can imagine themselves in the place of criminals and understand how their minds would work. In technical occupations they are well employed in dealing with anaesthetics, fluids, gases and plastics. Because of their lively versatility and inability to concentrate overmuch on any one project, Pisceans often simultaneously follow more than one occupation.
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EMPTY :: , 06:22
You Are an Angel
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A truly giving soul, you understand the spirit of Christmas.
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Your Cute Monster Says Your Inner Demon is Sensitivity
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You are a giving, open, loving person. You truly want the world to be a better place.
You appreciate what you have in life. You are very content.
You are very sensitive, and your sensitivity can be a double edged sword.
People think you're cute because you're generous. You are easy to love - it's part of your charm.
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EMPTY :: , 05:20
130 days has passed......
There is noting for me to comment, for this very first time......
Maybe that V day going to be a lonely day cos you left me....or us(your family, friends and me).
But I am going to visit you....maybe soon
I will always remember you....
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EMPTY :: Sunday, February 01, 2009, 07:56
4 months and 2 days(124 days) has passed.........
The whole year I am going to be very busy cos most of the time got CCA......
even then, in CCA, I always think of you.......
The smile on your face.......
sometimes I really hate myself for not being able to help you sooner.......
but now.....i hope you are living well and happily in God's world.......
will you come and visit me again? I really miss you......
Sis.....I love you a lot and miss you a lot.......
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