shivas outing as a barbacue flopped miserably. the food wasn't cooked because the fire wasn't hot enough, thus we ate fried rice instead.

shivas outing as a gathering was a good fun, despite us getting lost in zhuangyi's car to lynette's house.

everytime i meet the shivas people, it never ceases to amaze me how well we can still get together. no restrain over the words said, no limit to the jokes and laughter. and for the thousandth time, lucky i went for hss foc.


screw the car. i control my own destiny. and happiness.

it is beyond me.

how someone can treat love
with such frivolity,
play it like a newfound toy,
toss it like a piece of
crushed paper in the sky.

don't think i'll ever

understand

i wish i had a license
means i want a car.
doesn't have to be big,
red, flashy or green,
with bright headlights,
or huge round bumpers,
or an exhaust that spews up smokes into my eyes.

the tears dry but still there's no car,
none for me to drive you here and by.

at least, not for now.

little lantern in your hand,
the light flickering within,
the walls of coloured paper,
shielded from the outside wind.

you wave it around gaily,
and i told you be careful
for you might never know,
if the fire might burn you.

the bright colours of the lantern,
shimmer red, blue, yellow.
oh so pretty you say,
and i reply yes it is so.

then the light starts to dim,
much to our dismay.
the candle's burnt down,
no longer lighting our way.

these fleeting moments are
sweet like the scent of thyme.
but things don't last forever,
especially the happy times.

happiness should last longer than a week. it really should.

the issues of religion, the apparent self-worth and neglection of the other's hurt.

some of the things i never wanted to face, never wanted to find in the one person i would value above all. and as in all comes into a circle, the noose tightens; i can't breathe. and i'm not sure if i want to.

feeling silly. sometimes happy. even a failed driving test seems alright.

Insecure the maiden is
Searching for a reason
Looking for people to lie
Yet know she does not
That flowers weep sore
As her shadow passes by.

As I watch her drift by.

The maiden is looking for
The wind that never goes away,
The flower that will not wither,
The tree that will stand tall,
And the love that will not die.

Try as she might
She cannot get hold of the tail of the wind
That will bring her away
She only wants to be free
But the wind evades her still.

The wind blows softly in her ear.

The wind blows across her face
Twirls her hair a mess of tangles
Whispers gently in her ear
But never does he take a step
nor heed her gentle plea

Whispering

Why is that
We don't ask
When the leaves fall
When the mimosa starts to sow

With its little white angel wings
We will know

That lovely is the sunset
Lovely
Is that
Summer of Youth.

i hate it when players retire. but it's just tragic when a player's young career just comes to an abrupt end.

ole gunnar solskjaer. i'm going to miss that dude. he never complained about lack of playing time, was never in the spotlight for the wrong reasons. scored goals by the dozen every season, and of course the most important winner against bayern in the champs league. it's sad really; i'm growing old. ten years back i just begun supporting united, and now becks, keano, butt, players i never thought would leave, are gone. the class of '97. we had fun then, alphis, johnson, weixun and gan. it's gone and past now, but solskjaer will always be a great player.

i never really knew who antonio puerta was. but he could have been a great player, and no one will ever know why fate took his life away.