its not mine t make- its yours t take.

To Ms Lily Evans:

I'll hide all the bruises,
I'll hide all the damage that's done.
But I show how I'm feeling
until all the feeling has gone.
And for you t know-
friends, we've become.

8 weeks, 53 days, 1272 hours, 76320 minutes left.
And counting.
Honestly require a final form of motivation; something which is able t last. Circumstances, they tell so much- i am but forced t admit, i lack a disciplined mind. I have been impeded by every possible thing i have so solemnly sworn against. Is it testament t my weakness? Or is this truly part of God's plan- the one where i fail? Little by little, things get me carried away, drifting me, anything but closer, t the futuristic vision i have of every night; that vehement realisation of finding myself opening my eyes t a morning of bustling, city life- of street lights, of duplexes, of snow and bells, of mist and unconditioned weather- where i find myself, away from home, in the city of newyork. Please, Teo Zhi Hao (of the many posts by far the first) 'get your act together'. Isn't that of staunch motivation itself? Yes, it has t be. No, it must be. This is for yourself, not your father, nor your mother, nor anyone in particular.
Yourself. Yourself.

I ask in Your name, give me strength and wisdom t do what's right, and for Marcus Tan t teach in our class again.

Amen.

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like any other photograph, its more than just the image.
and like any bestseller, its more than just the story.


what you need is a hot cup of espresso and a slice of newyork cheesecake, with a slight touch of the jazzy blues, up at brew and groove's.
cheer up gwen. (:

Can you feel the love tonight`

Here's an excerpt of something i thought, was rather beautiful, though honestly i couldnt remember the exact words, it went something like this:

Many people walk in and out of your life,
but only the true ones will leave footprints in your heart.
To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.

Anger is merely one letter short of danger
If someone betrays you once, it's his fault;
If someone betrays you twice, it's yours.

The great mind discuss ideas;
The average mind discuss events;
The little mind discuss people.

He, who loses money, loses much.
He, who loses a friend, loses much more.
And He, who loses faith, loses all.

There are millions of beautiful young people,
each of them, accidents of nature;
but beautiful old people, past mere superficiality;
those are the ones that are works of art.

Friends, you and me,
You brought another friend,
and then there were three.
We started a group,
our circle-
circle of friends.
And like that circle,
There is no beginning and no end.

Yesterday is history,
tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift,
that is why we call it the present.

Cherish your friends.
They might be the only thing worthy of remembrance in our less than pathetic lives.