hi 06A13s
haven done anything much for the class... so I shall cough up some blood and inards too in return for e class n vera's sweat n blood.

I wish I could confess, and tell of everything...
but when I opened my mouth, all I said was nothing...

These silent times, it makes me wonder alot. makes me wonder how I easily let go of some things, and how I hold on to some others so dearly. and looking at some of the chapters of people's lives, I have thus learnt and realised certain things, and sometimes, leaving me unable to understand their choices of writing their chapters that particular way.

Friends are true love. and blood relatives are family granted by miracles. while friends are family we make and bond with during our lifetime. it's really amazing when you see how a friend puts in the effort just to draw a smile on your face.

Ever asked yourself, "what have I done to deserve a living huaman being to care for me thus?" and after some time in life, it's realised that it's because you care for that fellow friend so, the same way he or she cared for you.

And the most important and magical thing is, that neither the other person or you need to voice out that fact, but nevertheless both knew that, somewhere deep down in their hearts everything matters.

Unknown to many people, perfection is not what they defined. perfection may not be something or someone that isn't flawed. nor is it someone who possessed looks or characteristics agreed by the whole world to be the best and unsurpassed.

Rather, it is someone who is just as ordinary like you and me and everyone else, yet so special unlike anyone else...

And friends are our personal perfection. the perfection that makes you feel that a missing piece of your life is found.

And if not, can they be your friends? what is the defination?

But time, as weak as it is powerful, failed to let me realise the answer to perfection. and perhaps, it was I who never really wanted to let go.

Perhaps, the reason why I'm so werid, is because the way I can't understand perfection, the ways they made me feel, who fit me into this puzzle, paint me onto this yellowed tapestry, a blade of grass among the field, a raindrop amongst the storm.

I think friends are horses on the merry-go-round. they accompany you countless rounds around, and you have to leave them when the music ends, yet they remain attached to the ground. and the moment of joy fades to become memories. it is only unless you would always return to the fairground, and once again enjoy the ride, that only then, it will never cease to stop, and the singing music of eternity.

When there's no way home...
When it's late at night and you're all alone...

Why don't you turn back and return to the deserted fairground? and stand before the silent merry-go-round. relive the fantastical moment, climb upon the horse and hold onto the cold metal bar. and then suddenly, the wind brushes through you hair and a breeze stirs. lights shine and music sings. before you know it, you're going round and around into the comforting night.

And should 'friends forever' still be some fictatious phrase?

For once, let us get emotional, and let logic fade away.

Well... I guess I should look forward to the two years or less? I kinda hope so. haha hmm... *beams* =D cya zsaots!

-cx

it's 11:43 pm now