Whiteboard
If I could have my dreams come true
These are the things I'd like to do.
To have a cabin deep in the woods,
And someone to share both the bad and the good.
We'd lie by the fireplace,forever it seems,
And share with each other our future of dreams.
As we tire of talking,we'd snuggle up close,
These are the times, I'd cherish the most.
The times when I feel so close to someone,
Who gives me such pleasure and so much fun.
Who isn't afraid of what the future may bring,
And share so much love, that our hearts sing.
Sometimes I wonder will my dreams come true?
And I ask myself, could it be with you?
I don't have the answer, atleast not to share,
I'm afraid if I share them, you wouldn't care.
So, until the time comes, when the timing is right,
I'll cherish our time everyday and night.
And if in the future, our dreams become one,
Then I'll know that my dreams has only begun.
To have you beside me, through the rough seas and good,
I know we'd make magic, I'm sure that we could.
For you are my soul mate, I believe in my heart,
And to get to our dreams, we must first make a start.
So, please take my hand, and don't be afraid,
I believe that together, our cabin will be made.
I'll never doubt my feelings for you,
And if you return them, all our dreams can come true.
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Saturday, May 27, 2006
8:27 AM
Feel very stretched.Both sides are pulling to the extent that i cant even breathe. can't sleep.Im very confused.I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore.Im just tired.Very tired.I don't know.Really don't know.Don't wish for peoples pity either.
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Sunday, May 21, 2006
10:24 AM
Dulce et Decorum Est ~Wilfred Owen
"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori."
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Thursday, May 18, 2006
9:14 PM
Wonderful. I still don't know how to use this crap. Oh well. I screwed up my Mid-Years. Like Rain Down The Drain! The day's rotten and Han Rong can't stop talking to me about the SAJC rugby match. How they won... blah blah blah... how hot the girls were =) . So on and so forth.Crazy.
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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
10:30 PM
Gosh, i hate myself. I swore never to create a blog. And here i am. What the heck.
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006
4:20 PM
DJustin
Justin
18th December 1989
Ngee Ann Polytechnic
zs_9457@hotmail.com
Dulce et Decorum Est ~Wilfred Owen