Life Expectancy: 65 Years

Claud

An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.

She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.

For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,

in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.



Monday, October 09, 2006
Life has killed the dream I dreamed

Life has killed the dream I dreamed
everything seems to come full circle. it seems to prove to me that i'm not that intelligent as i'd like to be.

Right now, it seems like there is no other option. it's either you move forward or fall backward. and today i can finally feel the stress levels coming on. because suddenly the guilt, the conscience of everything not done, hit me full in the face.

I also feel guilty, because it's not right of me to yack away being too stressed when everyone is feeling this way. it's not sensible of me....still i feel better saying it.

Perhaps nobody understands, i don't usually feel stressed.......only when things don't look good, that's where things start to go haywire....today, i kept telling(or rather sing) to myself that

if i want it, think it, dream it,
then it's real.
You are what you feel.

suddenly, i want sing I dreamed a dream....it's so painful to say what i feel in coherent sentences.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high

And life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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on a brighter note. it's not all that gloomy because i want to look beyond.....
it was never in my stride to believe that we cannot do it. it was never, i repeat, never, in my stride to believe that we cannot do it.

perhaps it seems that all the odds are against you. But what your mind can do, your heart will take you far...

remember? the times where you scored well.
remember? the times when you knew the concept.
remember? the times when you conquered the math problem.

It's not a matter "if" you can do it, it's more of a matter of "when" will you do it.

i come to realised that the reason behind my stress was a unwillingness to put in that much effort for good grades. i was afraid that all the effort i put in will not pay off. that it would be used and wasted.

but halt....

think.....

if we did put in that much amount of effort, it would be nothing.

So what if it doesn't pay off,
So what if others laugh at us for our stupidity,
So what if we've played a fools' game.
So what if the teachers are disappointed.

It is no longer a matter if you can be promoted. it's more of a matter if you can live up to yuorself.

COME ON!!! you owe to yourself so much to do well. you've much to be proud of. i know i am proud of many things.

Whether you are willing to bet the larger piece of yuor pride to be hardworking will be reflected in your result.

The larger the ransom, the bigger the payoff.

Being lazy and doing well is no longer "cool", because i've learn in a time gone by, that it hasn't pay off.
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Open your eyes,
do not cry,
I'm here for you,
Right by your side.

The going's tough,
The end is near,
You've tried your best,
But still you fear.

Do not give up
You cannot stop to cry,
You must move on,
It's time to stand again to try.

They're there,
They still care.
Although some might not admit,
Forgive them, they're just timid.

Remember you're working for a brighter future,
Perhaps to clothe yourself in gold and silver.
This will be nothing, you know,
Once your've become a CEO.
Then I'll be proud to know,
That our friendship's not for show.

16:01




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Kris
Yong Quan
Xinyi
Vanessa
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Chengying
Tracey
Tarrant - poetry
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bits and pieces
Compilations of digital art and art photography
Food blog/photography
XKCD - for a bit of off-beat intellectual humour and sarcasm
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F My Life...
Post Secret
6 Billion Secrets
Tales of Romantic Dead Ends
Graphic books, graphic knowledge
The Older Dreamer


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