new moon....
To all my old and new friends..... thanks you...
A friend is one
To whom one may pour out all
The contents of one's heart
Chaff and grain, together,
Knowing that the gentlest of hands
Will take and sift it,
Keep what's worth keeping
And blow the rest away
Without belittling the courage with which men have died, we should not forget those acts of courage with which men … have lived. The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy. A man does what he must—in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures—and that is the basis of all human morality…. In whatever arena of life one may meet the challenge of courage, whatever may be the sacrifices he faces if he follows his conscience—the loss of his friends, his fortune, his contentment, even the esteem of his fellow men—each man must decide for himself the course he will follow. The stories of past courage can define that ingredient—they can teach, they can offer hope, they can provide inspiration. But they cannot supply courage itself. For this each man must look into his own soul.
Oh ya... almost for got to mention ... I GOT IN TEMASEK IDOL SEMI-FINALS ... haha really cannot believe it ....
Have courage for the world .... To do things that you really wanted to do ....
We always miss each other in the season of fluttering powdered snow
Though we’re lost in the crowd, we’re looking up at the same sky
And blown by the wind, we both feel the same chill
I’m sure I don’t know everything about you
But still I found you out of a hundred million people
I have no proof, but I truly believe that
We can’t spend time together without quarrelling over little things
If we can’t be honest with each other, happiness and sadness are empty
If the powdered snow had made our hearts white
Would we have been able to share our loneliness?
I want to press my ear against your heart
And descend quietly into the depths where that voice leads me
Let’s meet there once again
I’m the one who said I wanted us to understand each other, but just brushed the surface
When just by holding your cold hand we’re connected
With eternity before it, the powdered snow seems too fragile
It stains the surface of the rough asphalt
Powdered snow, sometimes I’m unreliable and my heart is swayed
But even so I want to keep protecting you
If the powdered snow has made our hearts white
It will enfold our loneliness and return it to the sky
Nowadays have been seriously stressed ... not by school and sorts ... but actually by my mom... I don know what happened to her .. but all she do is to find fault with me ... everything i do jus didn seems to be right and all the things she ask me to do all seems to be so unreasonable ... i dont know how and why but we jus cannot get together ...Stressed ... underneath what seems to be happy and cheerful ... i am seriously stressed out ... i have got no where to vent it and seriously no where to show my frustration ... i am so sick of the fact that everytime when i return home i am jus waiting for a timed bomb to explode ...
my mom is like ... y cant you jus eat more... y r u returning home so late ... y r u so irresponsible ... why why why why why ....
I ALSO WANT TO KNOW WHY !!!
Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened into the rose-garden .....
Every time when you cross the garden of memory it is inevitable that you find memories like roses ... so striking yet so painful to touch ...
I had those things in my memories too ... jus that every time i stand afar from those painful memories and looks back at them ... as if looking at some beautiful scenery ...
Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.
