lit·té·ra·teur

January 22, 2005

deepest cry.

I miss school.

and I mean that.
teachers, students alike, may mock at this, but one can never know the immense sense of loss and regret once you have left the institution you've given and left a part of your life to.

I spent three years in NYJC.
and those three years were the most memorable throughout my entire life.
because that's where I learnt to overcome, to fight, to depart from my own insecurities and fears and find a new self. where I explored realms I never knew I could enter, to whole new levels of discovery, and victory. where classmates and cca mates became friends, where teachers and staff became friends, friends for a lifetime, friendships were forged with people I know I will continue to love and trust in for the rest of my life.

thank you NYJC.
thank you my friends, my teachers.
I'm awfully glad I left a part of my life, a piece of my heart there.

because that's home.
where I belong.

gid posted at 23:16

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melody

In This Life

For all I've been blessed with in this life
There was an emptiness in me
I was imprisoned by the power of gold
With one honest touch, you set me free

Let the world stop turning
Let the sun stop burning
Let them tell me love's not worth going through
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
The only dream that mattered had come true
In this life, I was loved by you

For every mountain I have climbed
Every raging river crossed
You were the treasure that I longed to find
Without your love I would be lost

Let the world stop turning
Let the sun stop burning
Let them tell me love's not worth going through
If it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart
The only dream that mattered had come true
In this life, I was loved by you

In this life, I was loved by you.

crave.
sneakers
wallet
visors
shades
tees & jeans
a nice break away from singapore in the near future

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