When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard;
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word.

From Wilderland to Western shore,
from northern waste to southern hill,
through dragon-lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will.

With Dwarf and Hobbit, Elves and Men,
with mortal and immortal folk,
with bird on bough and beast in den,
in their own secret tongues he spoke.

A deadly sword, a healing hand,
a back that bent beneath its load;
a trumpet-voice, a burning brand,
a weary pilgrim on the road.

A lord of wisdom throned he sat,
swift in anger, quick to laugh;
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff.

He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied;
his staff was broken on the stone,
in Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.

one of my favourite lord of the rings poems.

"At length a silence fell, and they heard the music of the waterfall running sweetly in the shadows."

"Distanced a hundred days
Hearts closed for each other
Better off in parted ways
Distinct to come together

Hearts closed for each other
The memories let drifted
Distinct to come together
Estranged and far separated

The memories let drifted
Forgetting the old tears
Estranged and far separated
Changes through the years

Forgetting the old tears
Making newfound memories
Changes through the years
Soon erasing our stories

Making newfound memories
Lately it's somewhat clear
Soon erasing our stories
We've moved on, my dear"

angel from the nightmare.

"and i'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home."

"i had the one of the best dream yesterday, and i wish i had that telepathic connection."

okay so it was my usual jogging session at the park (and i thank God for my performance because i can feel my fitness back up again). during the jog, i saw a foreign worker, possibly a sri lankan, sitting on one of the benches. i was surprised that he was still there when i was heading home. i walked past him and seeing him forlorn and alone really got me thinking. he came here to earn some money for his family, in a place foreign to him, working his ass off at the expense of his life because there he was on a saturday morning without the comfort of his family when he goes home because he would probably be sleeping in a container or something. i swear, if i were to be in his shoes, i wouldn't last a day. the scene was so depressing that it was ironically picture perfect with him sitting alone on the bench made of marble, cross-legged, staring down, showing solitary at it's best. one might wonder what was in his mind. life certainly is hard.

so yesterday, i went to watch a play called 'temple'. it's quite weird and retarded. the plot is too complex that ms lee only understood 20% of it. anyways, i think i manage to get a rough idea .there were seven characters, escaping from the corruption or fear of the outside world.and they were like seeking refuge and having shelter in a sports hall.not really sure whether it is abandoned. they shut the doors to prevent the corruption from the outside world from entering. they claimed that the hall became it's sanctuary and assumed they have gained immunity. but in the end, they were just desperate despairing people unsettled in the place. so in the end, they open the doors as the corruption exist in their own bodies. so really, very confusing.]

school's starting and i'm dreading it terribly. nationals starting and i cannot wait to play. hah, who am i kidding?

"I never meant the things I said
To make you cry
Can I say I'm sorry?
It's hard to forget
And yes I regret
All these mistakes
I don't know why you're leaving me
But I know you must have your reasons
There's tears in your eyes
I watch as you cry
But it's getting late

And everything I feel for you
I wrote down on one piece of paper
The one in your hand
You won't understand
How much it hurts to let you go

Was I invading in on your secrets?
Was I too close for comfort?
You're pushing me out
When I'm wanting in
What was I just about to discover
When I got too close for comfort
Driving you home
Guess I'll never know"

i'll be okay and strong my ass la. -.-

"he was breathing hard as he tells himself that that should be enough for that day. he stood up and went for a bath. as he faced the shower cap, closed his eyes and waited for that cold smack of h20 to meet his face and hair. it was freedom - for him at least. his head was empty. in the middle of the night, on the stool he sat, moving nothing. no, he was not depressed. not at all sad. this is the case of individual blankness and the further realization of nothingness of life. he did not point the finger at anyone nor he blame his significant other. perhaps he was confused by things around him.his thoughts diverted to how can it be hard when things are done as simple as that? well, he realised not everybody thinks it's easy. he ignored his mind debating with himself.he just chuckled, ha-ha. he fell to his bed and his brain switched on. he just couldn't sleep and suddenly considered the pride and value of self-importance. yea, he is very confused.however, nothing was wrong with him."

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yeah, so i had a date with hwa chong for a volleyball friendly. we lost 3-1. bleargh. the scores were tight and it was a fairly good game i suppose. we were'nt serious enough and didn't make full use of the chances. haiz.the pressure is on for nationals and i can see we go through to the top 8. jia you guyz. do it for the chalet and bankrupt mr singh. lols.

euro 2008 is very enjoyable and i can relate a lot of games for our upcoming nationals.i'm rooting for underdogs like croatia and turkey but holland and spain currently looked the better bet for the trophy.i love most of the matches. the players all have passion and fire, play great pride and emotion.to those non-football fans, i recommend to watch some of the matches. i can learn alot from them.

and finally, to larry's hand, rest in peace. XD

"the lad seemed to be running in circles. it was his way of killing time. the actual fact though, was dead set on the table: he wanted to make himself feel excellent. there was no other way he could waste his life off.

i couldn't sleep yesterday night. not being able to sleep brings about thoughts which in turn, brings about realization. there is this certain conception that i will always be be stuck in the middle of everything i aspire for. that i can never reach for the highest no matter how hard i try. the realization of the fact that there is so much i can do, so limited, that i will never succeed even though i've tried my hardest. i've never been the person who takes risks. i think if you don't take risks in life, you probably won't succeed or achieve what you aspire for. when i say 'risks', i don't mean the heck care kind of risks, those insignificant financial risk-taking nonsense. i'm talking about life-changing risks. the kind of risks that you take to achieve your dream at the expense of something else so ordinary but at the same time, valuable. like,crap everything else that is the norm and go crazy, the rockstar kind of risks where he cashes everything he owns to make it big kind of risks. if you fail and lose everything, then be it, tough luck. you have to lose to learn how to win. the learn-from-your-mistakes bullcrap which is invariably true to a certain extent. that's the problem with me essentially. i'm afraid of failing so much so that i tend to stay in my comfort zone.

haiz singapore lost 2-0 to saudi arabia-.- but i guess singapore did pretty well against an arabian side with bulky players. well, good luck with the rest of the matches.

hakim is one crazy fella. apart from being insanely religious, he told me that he has days, approximately one day from the time i'm posting this now, to live. i had a long and decent chat with him with the idea of convincing him that all those i-have-a-few-days-to-live issues are crap and are mere paranoia.

he asked me on what i would personally do if i had two days to live. i gave out the supposedly correct answers; bid my mates farewell, spend time with family, chionging religiously, yadda yadda yadda.

and then, he shot out something that got me thinking:"dude, if, by your religious understanding, you don't know when you will die, heck you might even die in an hour's time, why don't you do what you plan to do if you had two days to live NOW?"

i'm not exactly mister religious but this dude really made sense. we procrastinate in our daily dealings in life especially in the way we practice our religion. we don't know for sure when our expiry date is but we act like we have millions of years to go. should there be a true entity (well i know there is), why don't we strive to try to impress?

curses to the devil.as for hakim, i really hope he doesn't die as he predicted. i really think it has got to do with the heavy music he listens to.

rihanna doesn't talk about death, now does she?

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.

hehehe, sweet inspiration.

oh boy, i miss her.her her her. in the mean time feast your eyes on the pictures. negeri sembilan was,well, fun.
the sun sets, but my love still rises for you.

"Grumbling all the while, Hoshino hesitantly opened the door of the shrine, and Colonel Sanders shone his torch inside. Sure enough, there was an old round stone inside. Just like Nakata said, it was about the size of a big rice cake, a smooth white stone.

"This is it?" Hoshino asked.

"That's right," Colonel Sanders said. "Take it out."

"Hold on a minute. That's stealing."

"No matter. Nobody's going to notice if a stone like this is missing. And nobody'll care."

"Yeah, but the stone is owned by God right? He's going to be pissed off if we take it out."

Colonel Sanders folded his arms and stared straight at Hoshino. "What is God?"

The question threw Hoshino for a moment.Colonel Sanders pressed him further. "What does God look like, and what does He do?"

"Don't ask me. God's God. He's everywhere, watching what we do, judging whether it's good or bad."

"Sounds like a football referee."

"Sort of, I guess."

"So God wears shorts, has a whistle sticking out of His mouth and keeps an eye on the clock?"

"You know that's not what i mean," Hoshino said.

"Are the Japanese God and the foreign God relatives, or maybe just enemies?"

"How should I know?"

"Listen - God only exists in people's minds. Especially in Japan, God's always been kind of a flexible concept. Look at what happened after the war. Douglas MacArthur ordered the divine emperor to quit being God, and he did, making a speech saying he was just an ordinary person. So after 1946 he wasn't a God any more. That's what Japanese gods are like - they can be tweaked and adjusted. Some American chomping on a cheap pipe gives the order and presto change-o - God's no longer God. A very postmodern kind of thing. If you think God's there, He is. If you don't, He isn't. And if that's what God's like, I wouldn't worry about it." "

it reminds me of the motivational talk during council camp.