tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-170519142011-09-28T00:58:19.769+08:00ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-55524588846386259632009-07-18T17:02:00.002+08:002009-07-18T17:29:54.299+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As one paused in life,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">While the rest around him move on,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It does not mean he stays a child..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Simply because he wants to be..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Peter Pan is merely a fairy tale..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Indeed a fairy tale..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As childhood is a luxury that never lasts,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories that once bring smiles..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Will simply ease the pain of regrets..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Though it is the source,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It is also the cure..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Childhood Memories..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It will be..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It shall be..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Till I find back the faded smiles..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Till i find back the lost innocence..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Accelerating The Speed Of Everyday, Okaeri Sweet Home..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">There Will Always Be This Unchanging Scenery, Sweet Home..</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-5552458884638625963?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-22793207599771190872009-02-14T18:08:00.000+08:002009-02-14T18:09:01.883+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The Time that melancholy was thought to stall,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The Time that joy was thought to expedite..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The Time that remains indifferent to all emotions..</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To the tears that could not be embraced before they desiccate,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">One could still try to lift a smile upon where the trail marks were left...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For tears and smile are both equally omnipotent...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Equally omnipresent...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet equally frail...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Even if the tomorrow we desire is to be built upon the lies we sow,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The fruits that will grow and ripen can still be sweet..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For it means we are not imprisoned by the past..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The perhaps one thing that will double when shared is joy..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The perhaps one thing that will share time's solitude, is Wish..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Stay True To The Blue Flame Of Faith, </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For That's Where Memories Of Tomorrow Could Possibly Be Found...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-2279320759977119087?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-40113179322649799232009-01-11T04:54:00.004+08:002009-01-11T19:11:16.758+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A starless night,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Only seems darker when a mind denies all light..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A chilly breeze,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Only seems colder when a heart concedes to all freeze..</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As i shiver from within,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Tears to ice is all i wish of for my being..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet they reach,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet they splash..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Ironically, </span></em><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">they melted the snow..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Contrary to wish, the sadness borne some warmth..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Smile, for you are willing to remember..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Cry, for you are willing to forget..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Lying Tears Hurt Others.. </span></em><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Lying Smiles Hurt Oneself.. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">(Code Geass)</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-4011317932264979923?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-32243591763835258342008-12-08T15:21:00.000+08:002008-12-08T15:22:02.528+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Times change,</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As time changes...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">While once upon a time exists in all fairytales, it too, exists in reality...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories too, have its "once upon a time"...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Not cause its too good to be true...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet cause its good and definitely true...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For whats left for us to remember is no longer the details,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">But the feeling we have through the bond we share...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Found in the memories we care...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">While a fairytale fills a life with fantasy and hope,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The good old times does the same too,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">And goes on further to have us filled with longing for then...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As such longing makes a cold night only more unbearable,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It too, at the same time, brought some warmth...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Perhaps that's how close reality can only come to with fairytale,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet no evidence proves the two cannot co-exist...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I simply wish,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To weave the fabric of a fairytale...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Once, upon my time...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Once, with an ever ever after...</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Even If Tomorrow Ceases To Exist, One Can Still Have A Future In Today..</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-3224359176383525834?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-69498456188024458292008-10-12T00:37:00.004+08:002008-10-12T01:25:45.715+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Why, in this world of ours,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">When one tries to protect,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">One ends up being the one who hurt...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">One who tries to shoulder all pain alone,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Becomes weaker than,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Inflicts more pain to,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gets lonelier than,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Is most selfish of,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">All round him...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">All that he cares,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">All that he cares for,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Less than they care,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For he who they care for...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Had he been more honest...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">In his words,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">With his heart,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To those he cares...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Perhaps...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Lets make the tears evaporate before they form...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Lets make the smiles remembered before they fade...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Believe, And The Moon Will Turn Your Darkest Night Into Day...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-6949845618802445829?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-34922692860387882192008-09-14T13:51:00.002+08:002008-09-14T14:12:17.005+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories is a gift,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">From the past to the future...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Manufactured by the present...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories of tears brings smiles,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories of smiles brings tears...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories aint just history...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">In it we live...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">With it we live...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For it we live...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Try, Not To Let The Promises Of Yesterday Fail To See Through Till Tomorrow...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Try, Not To Let The Promises Of Tomorrow Leave No Trace In Yesterday...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Try, To See Eternity In The Promises Made...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-3492269286038788219?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-45244133804863481032008-08-31T18:32:00.004+08:002008-09-05T22:46:07.859+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">There was once a you and i,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">There are now a he and she...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Back then,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I had not seen the past in we,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I had only seen the future in we...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet now,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I am the past in them,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I am no part of future in them...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The same message,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Read once in the past brought smile...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Silly smile...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Read twice in the present bring smile and tears...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Silly smile...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Foolish tears...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet cant help it...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To smile then,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To cry now...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It Takes Not Big Things To Be Contented,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet Small Things To Be Ambitious...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-4524413380486348103?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-29872805976800424062008-06-28T18:06:00.001+08:002008-07-06T17:17:01.209+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The shadows that trail after nightfall...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The clouds that fade after nightfall...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Unknowingly, i glance at the same starlight,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">That travelled through perhaps a lightyear...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As that star from that fateful night...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I dreamt to be close to that light,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The dream fills my mind...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gentle though the light to my sight,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet i know the light can blind...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">How much of the future have i sacrificed for the past...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">How much more can i...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Willingly, i will tread the path of lone...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So long as its never parallel from yours...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Childishness...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A Quality You Lost As You Mature...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A Value You Learn After You Mature...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-2987280597680042406?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-47301951782720246402008-06-08T17:28:00.000+08:002008-06-08T17:29:16.863+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To see yet not feel,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To hear yet not feel,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To feel yet not feel...</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If all emotions are simply illusions of the delusional mind...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Why then,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Can I only prove my existence through such non-existence...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If the world is merely such materialistic being...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">You...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Them...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Shall cease to differentiate from It...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Its not the trust betrayed that hurts most...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Its the trust not even awarded that hurs more...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If trust bears no faith in time,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Why then,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Does faith stake all its trust in time...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">When then,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Can time stop for the sake of either...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Past Pride Bears No Future For The Present... Yet Present Pride Sees The Past Through The Future... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-4730195178272024640?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-68756105447424695672008-04-19T16:20:00.002+08:002008-04-19T16:45:35.688+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I wonder when was it,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I last felt it...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The silent struggle of the heart,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To smile yet cry hard...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">My boundless world seems confined,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Once again,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet again...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I desire wings to fly,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet yearn for a place called home...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Time passes by...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">We too have become,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Simply passers-by...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The familiar face of yesterday,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The stranger of today...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Time is not the only thing,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Escaping from my grasp...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">My identity is questioning me,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">How much of it do i grasp...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I simply wish to smile,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">On a day when rain falls endlessly...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Naive Is Simply Another Faith Of The Heart...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Smile, Even When Tears Are Flowing, Even When The Heart Is Aching...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-6875610544742469567?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-7411128737010662712008-03-08T12:58:00.002+08:002008-03-08T13:36:18.457+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gazing at the flickering lights of the crowded streets,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I see nobody...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nobody...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">But my lone shadow...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Listening to the deafening noises of the bustling city,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I hear nobody...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nobody...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">But my own heartbeat...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The sky may seem all boundless,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet its restricted by my vision...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">One's dream may see all possibilities,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet its constrained by reality...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">One sees his glorified front...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet not his shadowed back...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The Sky's The Limit Not, The Limit Is The Sky...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-741112873701066271?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-86417347919185353072008-03-02T01:36:00.002+08:002008-03-02T02:19:42.037+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">When two hearts beat in harmony,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">When two souls hear the melody...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A warm heart is unfazed by the bittering cold,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet falls prey to the sweetening love it seems to behold...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Little does it know,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Love can be as cold...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Like the stars burn,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Like the stars burnt...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Like the hearts beat,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Like the hearts' defeat...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Gaze beyond the shine of light,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nothingness alone bears all might...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">In the everlasting night,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">There is no eternal light...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Nothingness Too, Has Its Proof Of Existence...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-8641734791918535307?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-5022964146004024622008-02-16T10:51:00.005+08:002008-02-17T01:41:02.795+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The lone star shines brightly in the night sky...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The lone one fades slowly in the crowd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A new beginning,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Down the same heart path...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Colours of emotions,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To see...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To feel...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Where The Heart Lies, It Never Lies...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-502296414600402462?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-72267000244124696092007-11-24T00:09:00.000+08:002007-11-24T00:21:03.265+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As the nights turn cold,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Separate ways we must go...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Alone, i brave the cold,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Together, lies in the memories that unfold...</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A gallant knight is most vulnerable at heart,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For courage found its roots to his crux...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-7226700024412469609?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-57494833344427141722007-08-31T00:00:00.000+08:002007-08-31T00:10:19.742+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The only glitter i could find amidst the darkness</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Was a lonesome tear shed...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Back to square one</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">After going in circles...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">What had been the goal...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Who was the aim for...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The focus had been on...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The square? Circle? You or i?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Rationality, In Its Deepest Meaning, Is Simply A Paradox... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-5749483334442714172?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-91174634872316478822007-08-03T20:00:00.000+08:002007-08-03T20:18:46.585+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Struggle till the end not...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Preserve the finest moment i know before, i must...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Precisely cause i love...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Really love...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Though its not the very end...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Though there's a chance for more...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To not yearn for more,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Will only be to obtain more...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">More it seems...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Less it deems...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Perhaps fear awaits the next path i tread...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Waiting i thought...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet not sense its presence already descended...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The toughest question then to answer will be...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">What i fear exactly...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Fear resulting from fear...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Which is scarier? None.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The real scare is to realise it all too late...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So it seems...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So i deem...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Fear Is A Sign. Its meaning only meaningful if meaningless...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-9117463487231647882?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-58589387674233667212007-07-02T12:59:00.000+08:002007-07-02T13:51:31.640+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Its about 2 years ago from now... It was the first time i stepped into tj... first time ever since my bro graduated from there... first time i went there for official purpose... first time...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It was the first year tat DSA was introduced n i had been thru a mad rush to get all my documents together, certified n ready to submit... tj seemed like the school which i definitely would b going to there n then... in terms of location n not to mention my bro was there b4... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As i stood waitin for the clerk to check thru my documents n my friends', i couldnt help but notice a statue of gold on the desk... it was taller than the trophies i hav seen b4, n it had wif it a unique aura... one of which made it belong to a sports... as it carried in it the effort, sweat n tears of those who worked hard for it... as i examine it closely, i noticed it comprised of the symbolic figures of a martial arts... tat was the first encounter wif somethin related to tjctkd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The next time i stepped into tj again was onli months later durin the open house... by tat time i had alr set my mind on joinin a sports pdp in tj... since i hav not been in any sports b4... tkd was one of the many choices i had then... on the day of the open house, wad i could onli rmb about tkd was the "dance" they performed... the "they" referrin to mathias n the rest... it was onli made known to me months later tat the "dance" was actually taekwon-aerobics... so at tat time, tkd to me meant nth more than a breeze past me still, as the link was not there yet...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I was rejected durin DSA... which was quite sad but had make me even more determined to prove tat i can get into tat sch... n finally i was there to report for sch durin the PAE... i had decided to try out for tkd durin tis period of time but 3 months later i still find myself not rooted to the pdp yet... perhaps bcoz there were not much activities yet or perhaps bcoz i din had any1 i noe in the same pdp... going for trainin was alone, leavin after trainin was alone... but somehow i was still expectin somethin more from tis pdp... n the thought of leavin was nev on my mind...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">After the first 3 months it was better... at least i got to make some friends now... or mayb at least some ppl whom i can talk to n not feel so left out most of the time... it was no fault of others but mine tat i din get to make many friends... befriendin some1 has always been somethin which i need a long time to do... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Then came the Annual Sports Meet... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">A Friend Takes Time To Make, While Time Reveals The Friends To Be Made... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-5858938767423366721?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-9178558889323955942007-06-08T18:53:00.000+08:002007-06-08T19:21:13.406+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As tears leave tracks behind the path they flow...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As dreams leave tracks behind the realm they create...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As reality leave tracks behind the memory we have...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Tears will dry...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Smiles will fade...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Time will pass...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">One will age...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As reality inflicts damage upon us...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">We seek comfort in the memories...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Trails of emotions...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Fragments of sentiments...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Memories, a treasure box...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The key in the heart...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As i left footsteps in the path i walked...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Footsteps are left in the mind i locked...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To forget u not...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To remember me not...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I gaze upon the same night sky...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The lonely night sky with a single star...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Twinkling lonely star...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The more i think of us...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The lonelier i get coz of them...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To feel isolated in a crowd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To feel accepted in a crowd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Same crowd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Similar crowd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Different crowd...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The Star Shines At The Lonely Soul For Only The Lonely Soul Makes The Star Shines...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-917855888932395594?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-63904480904479328522007-05-27T14:07:00.000+08:002007-05-27T14:19:30.310+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Reality is a straight line, reaching towards infinity...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Fantasy is a straight line, reaching towards definitely...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">These lines are parallel, both in ideals and space...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet they do meet, do intercept, somewhere in destiny...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">This point we call it, as we cant explain it, dreams...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Dreams are reality, among our fantasies, another dimension on its own, with its aims and goals...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet its formed, by the overlapping spaces of the former two worlds...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">So where do i belong...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Or perhaps the question is...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Where i want to go...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For people condemn escape from reality,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet they seek refuge in fantasy...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">With dreams they say we soar,</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">In dreams they say we all...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Perhaps The Question Lies In Itself, The Answer Lies In Time...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-6390448090447932852?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-38005152172276961972007-04-14T00:17:00.000+08:002007-04-14T00:33:35.028+08:00<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">To be angry for i am sad...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">To be saddened by my anger....</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Every failure brings success nearer...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Every success brings failure closer...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">To be angry for wad i am...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">To be sad by wad i am not...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Perhaps theres no meaning in seeking meaning...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Seeking nothing is still a desire...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Mixture of feelings...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Tied down by complicated vines...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">In the end i wish for tranquillity...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Yet escape from reality never brings peace...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Have no regrets if you have given your all... Yet I regretted dedicating myself to believing... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-3800515217227696197?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-49192970624324513882007-03-18T03:19:00.000+08:002007-03-18T03:31:21.481+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The silent night cries out loud to me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The dark sky shine brightly at me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The still air blows gently at me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The mist clears the path for me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">At the far end of the road u waited for me...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet i see no end to the road of "till we meet again" we were on...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Amidst coldness in the night ur memories bring warmth, yet u r the very reason i am frozen in the lonesome night... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The night has the day as companion tho they met only twice upon every spin of their story...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">But all i have is solitary as companion tho i rather we not meet at all before...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If you knew the end of the road has no ending, will you still walk it through? Walk it through to give it an ending?</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-4919297062432451388?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-57268733266416804442007-03-18T02:31:00.000+08:002007-03-18T02:39:17.975+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The shine from a single star can never fill the night sky as did by the sun... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet the sun calls itself yet another star...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The relationship tat lasts is one tats built on trust...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet we know trust itself yet it wont last...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If heaven knows love it will age...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">If men know love it will cage...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Understanding wads meant is diff from feelin for wads understood to b meant....</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For the brain n the heart will nev beat as one, nev will it think as one...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Glitters in the night sky, will you trade it for sunshine?</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-5726873326641680444?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-47064605331175730092007-03-03T15:56:00.000+08:002007-03-03T17:22:59.929+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Does hard work necessarily means success in the end?</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I make a wish to last forever upon a momentary beam of light... is tat foolishness or having faith?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Reaching a state of tranquillity amidst turmoil... is tat calmness or being isolated?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Will anyone understand?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Should anyone understand?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Do you understand?</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The wishes of the shooting star...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">I tried to understand...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">How many stars must be sacrificed to fulfil the wishes of everyone... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The burnout of a star sparks off new hopes in another... how long can the cycle continues? how beautiful can it be made out to be?</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Shooting stars are stars with their last shine of glory... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-4706460533117573009?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1170475139202691632007-02-03T11:50:00.000+08:002007-02-03T13:47:53.169+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Much as i tried, i tried as much... for the night sky seems so clear, only because the stars weren't there... yet who will care, whose care will... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Can a heart hold water... for it to remain still... to remain unfeelin...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet still water is non-existent... not when ripples still form as the wind gently pass by... the heart is still affected... even at the surface... so how do i, remain nonchalant? </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">My tears come from that still water in the heart...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-117047513920269163?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1167141046060121012006-12-26T21:47:00.000+08:002006-12-26T21:50:46.060+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">"Sadness is the grave of happiness... "</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Being sad means u have no more space in your heart to accomodate happiness... So let go of the sadness in your heart to embrace the happiness that awaits... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-116714104606012101?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1167140822860570702006-12-26T21:41:00.000+08:002006-12-26T21:52:46.290+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">"The only reason some people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory." -Paul Fix</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-116714082286057070?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1165048730399225892006-12-02T16:13:00.000+08:002006-12-02T16:40:33.296+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>The sky is always blue... At least tats wad we tink it is... But in actual fact, how many of us know tat the sky may actually b tryin to break its link wif the colour blue? </em><br /><em></em><br /></span><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">The colour we c of every object is coz tat object reflects the particular colour into our eyes n so we c the object as tat colour... in other words... that particular colour was acutally rejected by the object... as in the sky had perhaps wanted to b as far away from bein associated wif blue by rejectin every single wavelenght tat amounts to the colour blue...</span> yet its still closely linked wif the colour blue n blue is even said to b the colour tat represents the sky... ironic... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Thinking back into our lives... the same principle perhaps hold some truth as well... to forget somethin, to throw away somethin u don wan... to reject at all cost... sometimes at the end of the day don we find it hard to forget, regret wad we had thrown n find tat acceptin is easier than rejectin? </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">As hard as we try to forget something, we may end up findin every single detail linkin us back to wad we wan to forget... then we wonder... is it tat hard to forget? </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Forgettin somethin has never been hard... its because we don wan to forget tats why its hard.. tats y its tough or even impossible... we always tink tat the fastest way to forget is to not remember... yet rememberin can actually b the only way to help us forget... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To remember, to fully understand wad it is we are tryin to forget... to thoroughly feel wad we are tryin to forget... perhaps only when we hav done tat will we truly b able to forget... for after we hav been there, we know tat it makes no diff whether we forget or not... Its then tat we may nev remember tat something again... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">For example, a classmate of urs, someone whom doesnt make much of an influence to u in ur life, u wont mind rememberin tat person once in a while as u flip through the school magazine n browse the class photos... n u may not remember tat person after u close the magazine... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Yet some ppl may get rid of all things of a particular someone n still find tat one is still thinking of tat person no matter wad one is doing... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Perhaps its all in the mind... to forget is to break the links in the mind, not in the materialised world... n so i wonder, how many ppl will i forget today... n yet how many will i remember... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">To Forget Is To Remember...</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-116504873039922589?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1161788154707430282006-10-25T22:42:00.000+08:002006-10-25T22:59:38.186+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>back to today... mrs pang told us she will wan to teach next year's year1 so she wont b takin us anymore... n tis is wad she said after she announced the news... " <strong>change is always a constant, n we muz learn to embrace changes..." </strong>i tot deep, i tot hard... but i still couldnt accept tat statement totally...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>her last lesson wif us was a quiet one... no1 make any noise... we simply quietly enjoy every last word of advice she gives and engraved it in our hearts... to remember now n always... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>so i wonder, if changes is inevitable, does tat mean the pain wif it is sure to follo also? perhaps its true... ppl meet n ppl part... life is simply a journey of each individuals... onli to cross at certain junctions... no one journey can cross forever as no one journey can ever b identical... n for how long do we wish tat we meet? the longer we meet the harder it is to part... yet we will rather we suffer the pain of partin then to not meet n not develop the relationship between us... or we doomed to suffer a fate of endless pain or do we choose to undergo tis pain ourselves? do we brought all tis troubles upon ourselves, ourselves? i wonder...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>tis brings me to a song which i came across recently... a song tat is quite old yet the meanin remains new... the lyrics goes... "y did it hav to happen.. y did it all hav to change...." no matter wad changes will bring us, one thing is for certain... changes will always make us reflect on our lives before the change n tis will allow us to cherish the lives before the change better or allow us to b hopeful of the lives after the change... reflections are always crucial in our lives to allow us to take a step back to look back at wad we hav done n to not miss out on any1 or anythin... to me, ms ng n mrs pang r two of the best teachers i ever hav... they showed me wad it means to b dedicated to wad u r doin n wad it really means to b passionate in it... their passion in teachin n the subjects they teach has moved me n i will nev forget their passion... the elagence of mathematics n the fun behind the seriousness of bio... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Change Is Always A Constant, And We Must Learn To Embrace Changes...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-116178815470743028?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1161787343935670172006-10-25T22:25:00.000+08:002006-10-25T22:58:39.000+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>erm quite long din come to blog le... at first was due to promotional exams then too busy muggin then din blog... but actually i din mug much too oso if not wont do so badly le... below my expectations... =x ok the promos is not the focus of my post today... as usual i come to blog coz these few days i hav been feelin quite low n moody... not tat i expressed my depressed feelings explicitly but somehow one can c traces of moody-ness in me... when i am moody i will tend to turn very quiet... coz i will b lost in my own thoughts... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>juz when i tot bein back from a holiday ytd i will feel refresh n happy, it din end up tat way... tho it did when the day started off but once the maths lesson came up everythin took a 180degress turn... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>first period was maths... mrs pang came in n said she has a few things to announce... she said it will b a piece of gd news... i was quite hopeful when i hear tat... mayb it is really somethin to b happy for... for our class has been moody too lately... even our civics tutor notices tat... then mrs pang says... she wont b teachin us next year... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>my first reaction was like, " is she going to moe to follo ms ng? " </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>ms ng was the cause of my class bein moody lately... last fri we were havin fun in the bio tutorials as usual n at the end of the lesson we were havin a casual chat wif my bio teacher ms ng when i asked a question... "will u b our teacher next year?" </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i was somehow alr expectin her to say like " of course or somethin to tat note..." but her reply was... "no" she was posted to moe... it seems like a promotion as many ppl told me but to me it wasnt somethin to rejoice over... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>ms ng was the first ever teacher in tj to make an impression in me... even when i first saw her, her joke about KI n potassium iodide n her other jokes alr caught my attention... she seems to b a special teacher... n indeed she is... n very special at tat... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>attendin her lessons was always a joy n not a chore... even when her lessons were the last 2 periods on a fri afternoon n i am feelin so tired n worn out, i nev failed to gif my fullest attention in her lessons... n its durin her lessons tat i feel the most at ease to ask questions... coz she is ever ready to ans all my doubts n leave me wif more knowledge... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>when i was considerin whether to drop bio anot after the first 3 months, it was coz shes my bio teacher tat i decided to continue to take bio... its true for i alr expected bio to b lots of memorisin work n its not easy n her teachin methods really makes me wan to learn more from her... she is tat inspiring... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>A Noble Teacher Is Not One Who Imparts The Most Knowledge To The Students But One Who Is Able To Pass On Her Passion In The Subject To Her Students...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-116178734393567017?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1159000364898867702006-09-23T15:10:00.000+08:002006-09-23T16:32:45.493+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">its juz so near to the exams... n i tink i was really too stressed out these days... near the point of mental breakdown again... been unable to sleep well for the past week... keep wakin up every now n then... but after ytd, i felt like i was ready to take on the world again... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">ytd some of my classmates was involved in an exhibition at the expo... usually i tot tat such things don bother the restof the class n no1 will bother to go c or anythin de... but to my surprise when nearly my whole class went to the expo to look at their exhibition after lessons... which was like alr around 4pm... personally i felt it was quite touchin to c tat the class is actually so closely knitted... even so when my friend from another class told me the same thin too one day... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">after tat tho many had to go home or stay at expo to mug, there were still 7 of us headin towards the airport to eat... n when we arrived at the airport i then realised tat it has been years since i last went there n changes made seem so foreign to me... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">seems like my friends oso don go airport often n so we were all so attracted to the planes n all... n we spent a great of time searchin for the place we wanted to go eat oso... hahaz... but tats still not the best part of the day yet... after we ate we wanted to look at the planes n juz go de... but i felt tat it will b too much a waste to not take any pics... esp when memories will fade as one age... only pics will b there to remind us of the past we hav... onli pics will contain the happiness n joy we shared then... n onli pics will b able to preserved the joy it contain n let us taste the sweetness of it when we look at it again... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">i nev noe takin photos can b so much fun... we started takin photos wif everythin we c on the way to the skytrain... there n then i felt like i was so young again... so young tat we all seem so carefree n innocent again, not burdened by any responsiblities of the world... everythin juz seems to b so simple... every single act can make one happy... n every nonsensical stuff we did actually means a lot... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">the day felt like it was a dream... for the happiness index i feel was way over the charge... but after all that my mind is filled wif a lot of thoughts n reflections again... but the main question was y i was so happy? perhaps i had long wished for the same old innocence back in the primary sch days n my wish had sort of come true ytd when we juz went all out to hav fun doin things which may seem stuuupid to others... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">i could b simply wantin to escape from the present life full of stress n responsiblity for a while, to escape from reality n hence desire for the simple life of an innocent child... or it could b tat i noe tat time i can spend wif my friends n all r gettin shorter wif the passin of every single day so i am grateful even more that we had such chance to get together n waeve even more memories while we still can... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">nevertheless, ytd reminds me of the times when i was juz runnin about in pri sch playin catchin n makin a mess of everythin yet keepin the smile n laughter... the feelin is simply wonderful n too good to b true... tink as we grow older we tend to forget the importance of keepin that smile n laughter when we done somethin wrong... instead we grow to blame ourselves or even others for the mistake n ended up been upset wif the world... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">even now when we r comin close to the exams we will rather face our notes wif a grouchy face then to rmb how fun a test or exam could actually b... the process of learnin shld b fun de... yet the failure to recognise the fun leave us wif onli complains n neagtive feelins.... ironic...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">comin to the end of tis post i am havin mixed feelins within me... to b sad tat year is comin to end n possibly splittin of the class or to b happy a year of memories has been weaven... to b stressed tat exams r near or to b relaxed as the holidays r near... to b cool about the things around me or to b passionate about the things around me... wadeva it is... wadeva choice make... i will nev forget... to keep the smile going... to stay happy always... for somethin so simple may take a life to comprehend.... </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">When We Are Young, We Cant Wait To Grow Old... When We Are Old, We Cant Wait To Grow Young... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-115900036489886770?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1157638091282483072006-09-07T21:41:00.000+08:002006-09-08T17:49:37.483+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>so long since i last blog again... but tis time the reason is diff... its not i no time to blog or don wan to blog... instead, i had wanted to blog so much durin tat period of time but i coudnt... the com was down...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>perhaps life is so... juz when u decided to do somethin heaven will make a fool out of u n set up obstacles... mayb it is to prevent us from makin mistakes... mayb it is to tell us we r not worthy yet... mayb it is simply to make us more appreciative at the end of the day... appreciative of wad we r doin n wad we achieved... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>finally, my com was repaired ytd... but the joy in me was shortlived... it starts to gif problems again today n i am juz glad tat i can use it now... perhaps its the same principle at work again... i appreciate bein able to use the com now more than ever n every second i spend wif the com seems to b a bonus still... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>thinkin back in my lfie i seem to b usin the same principle as well... while i am cheerful n always happy go lucky in front of ppl, my blog always seem to contain a contradictin bit of sadness... perhaps it is tis saddness tat i leave in my blog tat allows me to stay cheerful n happy always... i once heard s sayin, someone's happiness muz always come from another's unhappiness... it is tis balance tat keeps the world going-n keeps us livin as the cycle of unhappiness n happiness go on... so since i can hav my unhappiness contained in my blog i shall b able to hav my happiness not at the sake of others... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>then again, it may onli b tat in my blog i am able to face the other side of me n the sorrows i hav in me... mayb with each word i type i am able to hav the sorrows embedded within... n bit by bit the sadness leaves me n wads left behind is onli joy n euphoria-the positive energy i need to keep me going in the journey of life...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Life Is Never A Bed Of Roses, But A Bed Of Roses Is Never Life Too...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-115763809128248307?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1155030356361414342006-08-08T17:38:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:12:29.306+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>a new blog skin... i personally find it very nice n meaningful... the skin somehow seems to reflect whats going thru my mind suddenly these few days... i am startin to miss the smiles n frowns even b4 i smile of frown... times seem to pass by so fast n i onli realise it now...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i can recall the times when we were still freshmen in the jc, startin out our jc life thru the orientations, havin fun n all, n now we hav completed our jcts n even went on to celebrate national day for the first time in tjc... how time flies...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>the azure blue sky seems to b the same, whether i look at it at tjc, or when i went back to tms to look... it still gives an ever soothin n comfortable feelin, yet it contain unknown sadness tat made my heart sunk...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i certainly hope i hav treasured the present times enuff n not let it slip by so easily... perhaps the pace of life has gone too fast... n we r startin to miss out some important details... every smile every frown every joke we crack... it may not seem much now but i noe it ceratinly will some time down the road in our life... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Its Always The Most Insignificant Act That Creates The Most Significant Memory...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-115503035636141434?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1154868665888323352006-08-06T20:43:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:12:18.296+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>It has been so long again since i last post... seems like i still prefer to keep some things to myself n not blog... perhaps e onli purpose of tis blog is onli to be there for the sake of bein there... perhaps similar to my existence as well... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>the fatigue accumulated thru these days is beginin to take its toll on me... i am feelin really tired yet it is not even the end yet... if i can hang on a little longer... perhaps a little longer... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>though i am still enjoyin the JC life, dono y i am beginin to tink such life is endin soon n i am missin it alr... 2 years isnt tat long afterall... wonder if we will still enjoy life like how we do now... laughin n cryin to our will... the same feelin haunts me again... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Cherish What You Still Hold On To And Not Just What You Have Lost...</em> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-115486866588832335?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1146827438219574632006-05-05T18:55:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:12:05.563+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>It has been almost two months since i last blog.... sorry to let my blog hibernate but there is juz no time for me to blog... life has been sort of hectic for me... n i hardly get enuff sleep... dono y tis kinda life is tirin yet enriching to me... i feel tat i wan to spend my time to the fullest yet i wan to hav more sleep at the same time... sort of contradictin myself... April was a month full of fun n sadness... yanning's birthday was worth celebratin yet theng koe's sudden decision to leave really cause te opposite effect... theng koe felt tat life here in singapore is too stressful for him n decided to head back to malaysia... i was wonderin, if the malaysian scholars can head back to malaysia juz bcoz the life here is stressful, wher can i go if i cant take tis life anymore too? perhaps the ans will b known to me soon or mayb i will b able to hang in there, but i cant tell for sure... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>erm... i am gettin a weird feelin now... perhaps coz i am listenin to the song 一首简单的歌 n the lyrics has some relation to the situation i am in now... the world is really complicated... wadeva is lost wadeva is forgotten i will try my best to make up for it... the word 'best' may not carry a definite value but it certainly wont b any less than wad i should do... lets live not to make tomorrow a better day but make today a better yesterday... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Its Alright To Cry... We Should Cry While We Are Still Able To....</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-114682743821957463?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1142070180358268932006-03-11T17:31:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:13:36.646+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>The last week of sch concluded wif the 2nd orientation n the 2nd orientation ended wif the O night... had a great deal of fun last week... from dry to wet to dry again... the dragon boatin was very much a rare experience as i nev tot i would row a boat in my life... however the 'dragon' part was quite a disappointment... hahaz... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>then we oso had a second round of mass dance learnin... so glad tat i had almost mastered the dance b4 the orientation... then wont look like a fool while others were dancin le... plus the real enjoyment onli comes in when everyone can dance together well... ^^ </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>o ya another major event tat took place was the choosin of sub combi... after all the hussle we r still together... except tat ash clement n yanning had left... all the best to them tho... was happy tat i did not regret my decision to take up triple sci once again... at least till now i hav not... =P </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>den like wad peng soon posted in his blog, i was equally stressed now as there r juz too many scholars in my class le... our class is realli the Godly class wif Divine combi sia... ^^</em> <em>hahaz... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>n finally we come to the O night... we realli rox the whole place wif the cheers n rock music... din really apreciate the rock music tho... but the finale was the mass dance n every1 was dancin to their hearts content... tho the tempo i suspect was sped up coz they wanted us to leave early... was pantin like some buffalo sia after dancin retarded... but nevertheless the 2nd orientation had been a s-u-c-c-e-s-s.... tj tj is the best! yay! =P </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>It Matters Not Where We Are From</em><br /><em>To Temasek We Now Belong~~~</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-114207018035826893?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1140935246956060652006-02-26T14:03:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:13:02.840+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>Its been some time since i last blog...well given the packed timetable i got its realli hard to find time to blog...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>last thurs we r supposed to have three tests but in the end we had onli two coz mrs than was away on course so we din hav any econs test...however it wasnt much of a celebration for us as we were nearly annihilated by the other two tests...perhaps we din prepare well enuff perhaps we din hav time perhaps we din noe how to prepare...perhaps we shldnt find excuses n shld take tis as a lesson to how we shld prepare for future tests...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>anyway the tests din realli bother me tat much coz my focus was still on the upcoming major event-release of postin results n choosin of sub combi...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>juz receive a notice from the sch thru the student portal about the guildlines for next term's timetable...it was announced tat all lessons will end by 5.25pm beginnin next term n it may mean tat we wont hav to stay to 6.15pm anymore if we were to cont takin the triple sci combi...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>tis made me began to tink again about takin triple sci...it was hard enuff for me to decide to drop triple sci n now they had to tell me tis to make me hesitate once again...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>still the facts remain tat takin triple sci will mean havin to endure the pressure n stress comin from extra tutorials, pracs n tests...am i up to the challenge? at tis moment i don hav an answer...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i agreed wif wad my gp tutor said about the education system...y couldnt things b simpler w/o havin any choices to make?as much as we wan to hav the freedom to choose we r oso afraid of makin the wrong choice...let hope tat things will turn out fine eventually n i will not regret wadeva choice i made in the end...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>There Is No Right Or Wrong In The Choices We Made In Life But Only Regrets Or No Regrets...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-114093524695606065?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1140440834830911162006-02-20T20:54:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:13:58.693+08:00<span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>A brand new week, a brand new start, but another person is missing from our cg...layling has officially withdrawn n our class looks lesser than ever...to tink we began wif 25 n the teachers were complainin about the large number of students in our class but now...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i'm feelin the same heartache tat i felt b4 juz after graduation night...ppl were discussin which sub to drop n some may still take triple sci but the main idea is tat our cg will not b the same anymore...we met n became bonded together within 2 short months n emotional bonds r the hardest bond to forgo...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>tho most of us r still stayin in tjc i'm still sad...precisely over the fact tat most of us r stayin...the fear of us driftin apart n becomin strangers in time to come overcame me...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i could feel my heart twisted in pain as i watch the day of postin gettin nearer n nearer nearer...the release of posting results means tat we hav to decide wad sub to take very soon after tat-we will b going separate ways soon...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>if onli we din meet, if onli we din create so much happy memories together, if onli i din take triple sci, if onli...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The Strength Of Friendship Is Not Determined By Length Of Time Spent Together But The Amount Of Memories Forged Together...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-114044083483091116?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1140189950693639242006-02-17T22:42:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:14:16.123+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">ok, ever since when i was 5 years old, i had not stepped into a cinema n now-after more than a decade-i am finally steppin into the cinema again watchin "i not stupid too" .. ^^" the last movie i watched before was like erm....batman or superman? ha so i don really rmb how a movie threate is like though i kept imaginin the cinema to b like a very big n spacious place. on the very day itself, we had onli half an hour of lesson in the mornin coz it was supposed to b civics n we were supposed to consult our tutor if we were tramatised after gettin the Os results on last fri. however, our class had ppl wif 9A1s 8A1s n total of 5 6pointers 3 7pointers 3 8pointers n stuff so our tutor did not hav much to do n let us off early. me, choon wei, peng soon, christopher,mei yin and adam decided to go the cinema at tampiness mall but the earliest slot was 12.50pm so we had hours to slack. therefore we decided to go back to tms to wreck havoc. hehe..<br /><br />first me n peng soon went to find our beloved ms low but it seems like she was not around. in the end we ended up standin in front of the humanities room-ms neo was havin lessons inside tat very room. i shall fastforward wad happen next coz the focus of tis post shld b on the movie trip n not on some lame things we did at tms... ok we chatted wif some teachers n crap wif ms neo for very long till it was time to head for tm to watch our movie...<br /><br />when it was time to enter the cinema, peng soon had bought a large box of popcorn n some drinks. at last we entered the cinema n much to my surprise, the cinema was smaller than i tot it will b...perhaps its bcoz when i was young the threatre was relatively bigger as compared to me going to the threatre now... heh.. =P<br /><br />i shall not comment too much on the movie but sum all the comments in one sentence-the movie was so lame so cool whatever... if u had watched the movie u will understand y... =P<br /><br />ok i shall end my super long entry today n i shall post more frequently so as not to make my blog so borin wif limited stuff to read... hope i can set up the tag board soon... =X</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-114018995069363924?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1139917195259334202006-02-14T19:24:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:14:37.640+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">ok.i finally noe how to change my blog skin n it looks nicer now. but still i dono how to add the tag thingy n manage other features of the blog.it will take time so meanwhile ppl juz bear wif tis borin posts.<br />tis is the second post of my entire bloggin life n so the topic will b related to some recent big event which contains more uncertainty than the 10million toto prize-the release of the Os results.<br />like wad i saw in almost everyone's blog i shall write my results here.<br />English A2<br />Combined Humanities A1<br />(Geography, Social Studies)<br />Mathematics A1<br />Additional Mathematics A1<br />Physics A1<br />Chemistry A1<br />Biology A1<br />Chinese A1<br /><br />tis results r quite ok for me n i feel satisfied wif them, esp el-i nev dreamt tat i can get A2 b4.<br />however, there were other monstrous results of diff extremes.<br />on one hand we hav yan shan wif 9A1s n two other ppl wif same results while on the other hand, i shall not elaborate too much.<br />so, all in all, some were happy some were sad but generally the mood on tat day was sadness.<br />i really hope tat those who were devastated bcoz of their results to pull themself together n b able to make a decision now as to wad their next step will b. life still goes on n wad matters is not the past we hav but the future we can create.<br />wif tis i shall end my second blog n wish every1 here a Happy Valentine's Day~~</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-113991719525933420?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17051914.post-1127501559605282122005-09-24T02:49:00.000+08:002006-08-08T18:14:49.356+08:00<em><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">k i now have my own blog... wads next?? prelims not over yet n the final judgement is drawing near... oblivious to the obvious dangers... </span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17051914-112750155960528212?l=destinydestination.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ĴőĦŅ Ľ€ŏŴhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14080632132242439119noreply@blogger.com0