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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Like she said... Shinkokyuu da!

SPM is over! Well... for me. I'm not exactly feeling the full effects of it. I feel like nothing's happened. Like whatever that's happened isn't exactly meaningful. I guess SPM might mean nothing to me actually. It's just an exam... and it does not equal to the rest of my life. My life is mine alone... and whatever happens happens.

Confused? Nyaaa...

But just because I'm feeling a little ignorant to the rushed feelings that every teenager should experience, (I mean, come on! This is the big step we've all yearned/dreaded! We'll be in a new environment, new rings of friends, a change of what we were so used to!), that doesn't mean I'm not appreciating what I have now.

Thanks for the hug, Vic. It really made my day ^.^ Good luck for you, Weevern, Shan and Kamini! God bless!

I believe I'll plan something for all of you. But I'm a little pokai now and am wondering what's the cheapest way to get it done. So... sorry if it's not that great!

Here's a song that I've put up a long time ago on Mel's birthday... and now I find it the perfect song for all of you. It's a CCS song, about saying goodbye but be filled with hope. (CCS songs seem to suit me, nya? ^.^) .

p.s. This song kinda gives a nostalgic feeling... imagine years to come :p

Sepia no hi; Sepia coloured days

When you withdraw into silence like that
you can't laugh, right?
The picture of you smiling innocently
as you walked through the empty school
as if the wind wouldn't let you fly
is fading...
but even now a wind still blows there
and the tears won't stop

What's left behind after days gone by
is always just a scene.
The times we played around, the times we crossed each other
I want to see them right with my own eyes.

Even if I can't see you anymore
We chase after the same dream into the distance
Sepia-coloured days -- always
shine, as our precious treasure

Bells echo noisily
At the station platform at twillight
I bowed my head a little, my voice couldn't reach you
And it made me lonely

When I think about expressing my feelings,
Why do the words suddenly disappear?
Even though I've realized what's so precious,
So irreplacable, I can't say it.

Search for something, open the door to your heart.
The sky you looked up at as you were going to give in to doubts....
Stay as you are, believe in your own strenght
Let's go in search of a new season.

Even if I can't see you anymore
I'm going to the next stage
Sepia-coloured days -- Sayonara
I won't forget how you gave me a big wave goodbye

Pushed by the evening winds
the train slowly beins to move.
Someday, let's come back again, to this place,
to sepia-coloured days, to summer...

God bless.

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

Tashikana mirai e try!

It can get a little frustrating when you voice your opinions and then people start popping up, claiming I am no better and, though I have the right of speech, that I am completely wrong.

As much as it's great to get these opinions, I'd feel much better if that person knew and understood me, rather than pass judgement, claiming I knew too little.

Come down to my world and see for yourself whether my words are just an act of individualism.

Heh, thought I'd get that out of my system.

With only two exams left, the future is now at hand. Which road shall we take for the rest of our lives? Are we going to carry those values we've learned from these small years of our lives?

Are we really prepared for this?

Sentimental as I am, I'm terrified by the fact that I'm not prepared and that I'm entering a new world that could either bring me to glory or downfall. Plus...

What will I become?

In ten years time, how will we see each other? Each with careers that's still on the verge of growing, a family (hey, things change) broken or not, or better yet...

Enjoying life?

Right now as I am struggling with facts and fears about myself I realised... that to live is the greatest adventure ever as it is ever changing and ever winding. Nothing stays the same.

Hold on to those people dear to you, for when the waves start crashing against you, you'll need all the support you can get.

Good luck, God bless.

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