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Friday, 27 February 2009
♥ Friday, February 27, 2009


给我一首歌的时间
词:周杰伦 曲:周杰伦
专辑:魔杰座

雨淋下了天空
毁得很讲究
你说你不懂
为何在这时牵手
我晒干了沉默
悔得很冲动
就算这是做错
也只是怕错
(过)在一起叫
(梦)分开了叫
(痛)是不是说
没有做完的梦最
(痛)迷路的后
(果)我能承受
这最后的出口
在爱过了才有

能不能给我一首歌的时间
紧紧的把那拥抱变成永远
在我的怀里你不用害怕失眠
哦 如果你想忘记我也能失忆
能不能给我一首歌的时间
把故事听到最后才说再见
你送我的眼泪让它留在雨天
哦 越过你划的线我定了勇气
的终点

雨淋湿了天空
毁得很讲究
你说你不懂
我为何在这时牵手
我晒干了沉默
悔得很冲动
就算这是做错
也只是怕错过
(过)在一起叫
(梦)分开了叫
(痛)是不是说
没有做完的梦最
(痛)迷路的后
(果)我能承受
这最后的出口
在爱过了才有

能不能给我一首歌的时间
紧紧的把那拥抱变成永远
在我的怀里你不用害怕失眠
哦 如果你想忘记我也能失忆
能不能给我一首歌的时间
把故事听到最后才说再见
你送我的眼泪让它留在雨天
哦 越过你划的线我定了勇气
的终点

哦 你说我不该不该
不该在这时候说了我爱你
要怎么证明我没有说谎的力气
哦 请告诉我
暂停算不算放弃
我只有一天的回忆 哦
能不能给我一首歌的时间
紧紧的把那拥抱变成永远
在我的怀里你不用害怕失眠
哦 如果你想忘记我也能失忆
能不能给我一首歌的时间
把故事听到最后才说再见
你送我的眼泪让它留在雨天
哦 越过你划的线我定了勇气
的终点
你说我不该不该
不该在这时说了爱你
要怎么证明我没力气
告诉我暂停算不算放弃
我说我不该不该
不该在这时才说爱你
要怎么证明我没有力气
我只有一天的回忆

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Wednesday, 25 February 2009
♥ Wednesday, February 25, 2009


im happy when u are, but im sad when u are not

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Tuesday, 24 February 2009
♥ Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Chionging home is EXTREMEEEE boredom -.-
with only facebook to entertain u and no one to talk to and Mafia Wars take so long to charge energy D:

thrs prep tmr -.-
sian

at least its less boring than just pure spamming facebook =D

The Teacher

Stories like this, always have a way of putting the right perspective on life.

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant.

It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His first-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh." "He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem."

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.

Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.

Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to."

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called "Teddy."

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy.

He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still his favorite teacher of all time.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher, but that now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like...well, just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.

THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture thru life.



THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Friday, 20 February 2009
♥ Friday, February 20, 2009


HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLACK :O


THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




♥ Friday, February 20, 2009


Sometimes u have to sacrifice some people for the greater good, and this time, it's the second sacrifice

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Wednesday, 18 February 2009
♥ Wednesday, February 18, 2009


I have the decision
even if i dun succeed, i will at least not let down myself and those who believe that im up to it
if i do, then good for me

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Tuesday, 17 February 2009
♥ Tuesday, February 17, 2009


im losing my confidence bit by bit

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Friday, 13 February 2009
♥ Friday, February 13, 2009


Hi Friend (:
Thank you for being such a very good friend, thank you for being around, thank you for being who you are, thank you for everything =D

We will always be there for each other, giving each other support when one of us feels down. I appreciate your very presence, and that you're my friend

I treasure this friendship alot, and I will never forget you, my friend, because you have made a great difference in my life (:

Happy Friendship Day, and i hope that you will remember me, your friend too, for that means alot and alot to me

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Thursday, 12 February 2009
♥ Thursday, February 12, 2009


Tomorrow's Friendship Day =D
Saturday's Valentine's Day :o

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Wednesday, 11 February 2009
♥ Wednesday, February 11, 2009


lol 默写 is a crazy killer D:

After looking the timetable today, I realise we totally have NO interesting lessons -.-
so each day is nothing but a neverending countdown to dismissal

I cant see the stars under the clouds

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Monday, 9 February 2009
♥ Monday, February 09, 2009


LOL Mass Dance is imba =D

Blackie is the new Dance Choreographer for 麦芽糖 =D

U're the greatest sight on Earth :o especially when u smile =D

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Sunday, 8 February 2009
♥ Sunday, February 08, 2009


Tomorrow's Sunday D:
Sundays are boring
Shall look forward to Monday =D

你是我的花朵is nice =D





你是我的花朵
词曲:伍佰
编曲:伍佰 china blue

留心脚步看得清楚
有很多可疑的因素
呼喊你让你糊涂
考验我爱的程度
高楼电梯霓虹深处
舞动在人群很拘束
拉着我不要飘走
我在你背后挡风
喔你是我的花朵
我要拥有你插在我心窝
喔你是我的花朵
我要保护你一路都畅通
喔你是我的花朵
就算你身边很多小石头
喔你是我的花朵
我要爱着你不眠也不休
高楼电梯霓虹深处
舞动在人群很拘束
拉着我不要飘走
我在你背后挡风
喔你是我的花朵
我要拥有你插在我心窝
喔你是我的花朵
我要保护你一路都畅通
喔你是我的花朵
就算你身边很多小石头
喔你是我的花朵
我要爱着你不眠也不休
我要爱着你不眠也不休
不管你心充满多少困惑
我绝对不会对爱你放松
你是我所有快乐源头
我和你将会到达那开心乐园
喔你是我的花朵
我要拥有你插在我心窝
喔你是我的花朵
我要保护你一路都畅通
喔你是我的花朵
就算你身边很多小石头
喔你是我的花朵
我要爱着你不眠也不休


THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Friday, 6 February 2009
♥ Friday, February 06, 2009


yayy i love my maths paper =D
But i screwed physics and geog D:

We want quality, and not quantity :o

sometimes all you have to do is ask (:


THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Thursday, 5 February 2009
♥ Thursday, February 05, 2009


what you say is never irritating because every sentence is a melody and each of the words are the beautiful notes that form it =D

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Tuesday, 3 February 2009
♥ Tuesday, February 03, 2009


School's boring
Life's sad

The aim for GPA 3.2 and above seems to be going further and further as lessons gradually become boring. Concentration is an important factor.

Last few months in NPCC, and how soon POP is does not seem to affect me as much. Being in a CCA or not does not hardly affects someone without a purpose or use in it

I don't want to do want I do want do, nor work with who i do not want to

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.




Monday, 2 February 2009
♥ Monday, February 02, 2009


lol i wanna be a slack NCO
There's no more motivation for me to strive forward

THE SKYLINE'S LOVELY, THE CITY'S FALLING.