[fEAtherSOfThEheARt]
memories of the past will fade away
memories of the past will never stay
even though desired
it might not always return
isolated and untouched
it lies deep inside the heart
the fragments of the soul
the feathers of the heart
...
a poem fr ME
to YOU
stupid teacher... 1st of all i went to training then u nv call out my name to go malaysia trip . then now u even called me up to ask me y i not going 4 the crap trip. WHAT CRAP IS THIS!!!??? i dun wanna go!!!>< I DUN WANNA GOOOOO!!!!!!!>< now u come after me oso no use. i already hv plans 4 the holidae leh. 4get it man. I HATE AMKSS BADMINTON!!!!!!!!! i thought it wld be fun. end up itz a tourture camp. he says: now,badminton is ur life. in a match,its like life&death. ur racket.treat it like ur husband/wife. badminton is now no.1 other then ur studies of course. wow. tts all i can say w o w and with a big BIG fullstop oh gimmi a break! i juz burst my brain trying to score 4 the crap final yr exams now u wan me to destroy my body trying to win fame n glory to the sch WHICH i totally . officially . REGRET comming to. oh crap. dun bother liao. its pointless. dwelling on regrets nvm nvm nvm ok i shall not think about it no more november's the mth were i get to meet my pals fr pri sch again i cannotallow the chalet thingy to fail. must make it a happy happy occasion or else nxt yr too busy cannot c each other again... sigh... i wish time would freeze n turn bak to pri 6 it be so nice.. to play or day without any worries without any scoldings.. fr teachers or fr parents. haha ... ... ... ok! i'll go plan out the chalet thingy now cya. ps:yz,happie now? i write le hor..=p
