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When our time is up,
When our lives are done,
Will we say we've had our fun?
Will we make a mark,
This time.
Will we always say we tried.
Standing on the rooftops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
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Wednesday, October 04, 2006, 9:17 PM
okays.
many things on my mind.
hahahaha..
for one,
i was quite happy on sunday. =)
my grandmother still rmbs me.
though i see her every week, im scared tt she forgets me.
i'll really cry.
she has dementia. =(
anyway, she still does! =))
hahahaha..
had choir practice today.
TERRIBLE mann..
i shd have learnt my part before i went for practice.
wouldn't have been so confused.
heez.
janis was really sweet.
helped me out alot.
isabel too. =)
thanks melvin!
hahahahahahaha..
anyway, i postponed my shopping trip to tmr.
late alr lah.
i shall go shopping tmr. =)
and, my mood for the week was changed for the better
by tiffy!
she told me smth super nice and happy. =)
which made me happier than i have been the last two days.
im glad that at least the dark clouds have gone by a part of my worries.
but im still rather worried for the other part.
i love happiness or happy endings.
even if u would call me shallow.
but i still like it.
you can say im naive.
but i still like it.
anw, im gg to post a poem.
promised joyce.
NICE POEM. =)
if u get it. =)))
hahahahahaha..
Meeting At Night By Robert Browning
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
oh my.
sick sick poem.
if u don't uds it, it'll seem innocent.
but, it's super erotic and evocative.
nvm. slowly think yah. =)
tata!
one of my longer posts.
hahahahaha.. =)
