Friday, February 22, 2008
okok.i know my blog has been dead for awhile..hee. okok.
postings results are out..made it to etcm [ extraordinary traditional chinese medicine] NOT!]. not the coures i wanted but..still a course...contemplating enlistment..hopet he guys dun see this though..
outing coming soon.easier said than done.how? okok. i ,mean, i'm totally smitten to her. i mean like.i dunno is it wishful thinking on my part or what but..yea.sigh. well..i really dunno what was going on through my head for time when i was in sec 4.i mean..there she was.the wonderful her. i was blind enough to give her up. she waited, and so did i. sure that was 2 years ago..i was like what .sec 2? determination not there yet.now? hmmph. not even hurricane kartina can waver my determination to have her. but then again.there is something that kepps bothering me. its her os this year. from what i heard, she has a untouched heart. i dare to take up this challenge. but my fear is the fear of hurting her. with every move i make, i have to be careful not to hurt her, or seem too close for comfort.it happened once.i aint not going to let it happen again. its too big a risk for me. yea sure it took awhile for both to recover. it was a difficult time to do but well..i got over it.i hope she did too.. from what i see? i cant see anything..sigh. ever tried going out to sea without any navigational equipment? yea.thats what i'm doing now..like whta mr ng always says..walk by faith and not by sight...
she has os this year. well..i'll wait till after..
found this song..uber old.just noticed its..er.applicable =) its by elvis costello..titled she. apt right? =]
She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
I went off at
8:54 PM
