Everything Isn't Meant To Be OK: December 2006

Saturday, December 30, 2006

a taste

i don't think i can never go back to the old way of life. it's only been a year, but it has been enough to reach a realisation. things may change again next year. i wonder what will happen.

to next year: BEH!?

Thursday, December 28, 2006

kthnxbye

all the events of the year seem to be over. official canoeing trainings, my family returning, christmas, lan outing, blablabla and there's only new year left.

this year has definately been the most radical year of my life. living without my parents, coming to jc, starving in the comfort of my own home, kitchen floods, canoeing, overnight house cleaning, the disaster that was habannah, promotion panic, becoming a casual labourer, getting the worst sickness ever, return of the parents, etc. kinda disastrous and messed up but it was a learning experience.

hope next year is not as screwed up but i know it'll be. freaking A levels.

family is back from dubai. feels good to know that there is always food at home as long as my mum is around and no need to worry about laundry and dishes. my siblings haven't changed... much. or that's what i think anyway. they won't be here for long though, they're going back in abt 2 weeks. and the cycle repeats.

going for canoeing training tmr. haven't been down to the lake since i got that ub3r pwnage illness which caused me to lose 2 kg. i think i'm damn weak now. oh well.

jimi hendrix said,

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.

He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled

"You won't hurt me no more."
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, 
Eventually.