Saturday, July 30, 2005
Your Birthdate: August 3 |
Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. You are affectionate and loving, but sometimes too sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs. |
thats quite cool. the above descriptions. oh well.
hello im back again on this stagnant webbie of mine. ive been mugging hard both studies wise and physically wise, thus havent had much , if not anytime to do stuff online; be it tok to peeps on msn, tok to peeps on my blog, update my blog or visit blogs. bah. the damn As. u better end fast! anyway, im glad to say now i can pass my damn napfa. haha. and my studies shld be picking up from my new found consistency. lets hope this progress goes on thru the year and doesnt end till i die.
till the nxt time i blog, heres an old recycled poem im going to repost, to describe what i feel now. yes. time to go and get my best hair cut. and go to jam! which reminds me. the teachers day's prolly rigged. so no matter how well i play, we're not going to get in. so, guys and gals interested, please come down on friday for a collaborative concert with the guys of recast and the guys of j1 hockey. we rock.
Temporal Abandon
the sky throws away its lofty smile
downcasting a form of forbidden grey
it touches my skin and washes away
my aspirations. soon, a downfall appears
and as soon as it arrives, the winds
carry me in the middle of a barren plain.
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a vision of lost souls, entrapped by
the ruthless abundance of a rainforest
unable, to restart, or re-run their races.
instead, they are shackled by chains of reality,
forsakened and tortured in a carousel
of lament and grief.
unable to escape my own lies,
only able, in truth, to face the murals of a failed past.
its up to us after all, to find justice, in our own mistakes.
no one holds dear to your creed anymore.
and the room stays still, free from distraction.
he realises, a future so dear, can never be destroyed
by a past so trivial, however contemptuous it may have been.
after all, in truth, the will residing runs deeper.
change must be welcomed
through the sweet embrace of open arms.
