Friday, August 01, 2008
life have to revert back to normal...
tue chem test got 9/35, mugged, got fed up halfway and went off to gek poh to look abt for my file again... but well, i guess... wed got back phy, 2nd tym i pass phy in jc with 21/40, aftersch studied a little, den had dinner and took a walk with yf... today, went to macafe early in the mornin to get a cake for aaron, just nice he on the same bus, maths mock was disastrous, wanted to donate blood but my blood nt enough iron, ate with aaron n yf b4 takin a walk abt
study mood, i need you to be back. results gets poorer and poorer.
and my blood... haha actually quite expected it cos i knew long ago the amt of iron in my blood is not very sufficient... though the doc say it's quite sufficient for mi lar, but hey, the normal blood count is 12.5 and mine is 11.6... a whole unit lower... and natalie told mi hers was 13.(sumtin)... mm i tink i'm actually fatter den her, and my blood count is lower den her... mm... anyway, the docs thought i'm under 45kg and took my weight twice. HAHA =x.
while i slacked just now, i watched this 7pm drama... my dad, happened to come out of his shower and saw a scene of a girl scoldin her sister's husband and her sis, whom onli just agreed to go back to where their dad works, walked off. my dad asked mi to comment on the scene, n i was lik, come on, u dun see tis in reality. in reality, u dun see ppl with such extreme character. 球爱大战 for instance. we see people who are as stubborn as yanfang, but in the first place how wuld someone so extremely stubborn and arrogant becomes the captain in the 1st place? esp someone who only know how to tell people they are wrong? and someone lik sixing, can a person ever trust someone so much? rainie might be a more fair char... constant battle within herself, between care and hatred for yanfang... aniway, just watch dramas...
simple poem... should be quite easy to understand... i hope
UnpaintedThe face is an empty sheet,
Drawn on by the brain,
Coloured by the heart,
And how do one ask,
To see the brillance of the heart,
For mere lines speaks none,
But all well known to us.
Easier said than done.
Sane is the culprit,
Fear is the mastermind,
And thoughts know acceptance,
Wins its pit against the touch.
I know the art,
I see the diff,
I know the complications
Of unlocking the brush.
My key can done these tasks,
But not remix the paints
Flowing from the hearts.
Time and warmth
Shall melt the cold colours,
And now all I ask
Is strong will beneath unpainted masks.
--I Need a Nap--
12:57 AM
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