Fear is the heart of love
un:
Nanananana. I am a bird who sings along to BEP and sings in perfect tune kthxbai.
I gotta feeling, tonight's gonna be a good night!
I hate bees and the buzzz buzzz sound 'cos its so scary D:
Do take note that here you need to FILL UP THE SPACE PROVIDED which is approx. 100px.
I'm sure its possible right, there's SO MUCH ABOUT YOU I DON'T KNOW.
Like, who you are, for instance.


deux:
YOUR TAGBOARD GOES HERE.
no more than 200px!(:
Chatbox/Shoutmix
OR ANY OTHER CHAT WIDGET.






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Saturday, September 18, 2010 6:46 AM
Week 6
Finally,I've gotten a new computer, after "years" of inconvenient compute-less life,
I'm back to posting!! Lets see........5'more posts.

Apparently I've been missing out a lot ever since .And already we're moving on to the mighty mandarin.
But I'd appreciate it if you read this part of my post, it's like a late review of Elvis :/

Well, few weeks ago, I think it was only after the text "Are You Lonesome Tonight" when I knew what to really write. This relates to the passing of Elvis's mother, Gladys. There maybe little or no relation to what I maybe posting, but all the while i find it meaning full. I've read this book written by Mitch Album : "Tuesdays with Morrie". It's talking about the lessons in life, about how to life all till the last lesson, death. I shouldn't be a spoiler but it's a really great book. All the while it talks about how cherishing each and every person close to you is that crucial , and by tiny chances, bad things happen. I think about this only recently, and after a dangerous part of my father's life. I actually sat down, and think of what will I do without him? He said to me once, in which I'd wish he never said it, he told me that he was my teacher, my friend, my enemies , and my father. Now it's harder to let go.

I took this chance with my camera into taking pictures of my father, as he did during my growing years. As a gratitude and as a memory. It made me emotional to know that the person that I've taken for granted so much did so much despite the hardships and burden I am to him. He is a responsible person, my family hasn't always been together, and he set out this plan to have family dinners every Thursday. But it's sad that non of us would talk. I 'd wish to relive all those times that I've missed out with him and just be with dad.

Anyways, that week's literature lesson was fun. Had some laughter about Zheng yuan's solo line on the text of the mighty mandarin.