In many occasions, our mind has the perfect ability to betray us. Such betrayal is much dangerous than any other form of betrayal. It might be true that even those great people of the history had been betrayed and jeopardised by their very mind. It is then suggested to everyone, especially teenagers who lack experience and the wisdom of life, to never underestimate your own mind as it will bring fourth benefits and at the same time, tragedy to your life.
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我以为我不需要再等待了
我以为一切已经到了尽头
我以为我可以走出那个阴影
我以为我不用再回头
原来
我的以为，只是我以为
为了得到一丝的希望
三年看起来不多
一切看起来是那么的值得
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终于
时间过去了
回忆已成了历史
只是用来回目
不再拥有情绪的操纵权
终于得以解脱
然而
那只是自我安慰，自我逃避
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今天
本来没有希望能见到你的影子
心里完全没有一丝的防备
可是
命运/缘份得到了操纵权
碰见了你
听起来稀松平常
可是
你知道吗
那股振动是我已放弃很久很久的了
你突然的出现
把我努力埋起来的回忆
通通给挖了起来
就好像一处戏
在我面前播个不停
多么希望能有勇气踏上一步
减少我们之间的距离
多么希望有这个清楚的头脑去和你说说一两句
可是
平日里信心满满的我
失败了
你的一举一动
到现在还是那么的清晰
你曾说过的每一句话
你曾做过的每件事
你邹的眉头
你笑的样子
一切的一切
还是很清楚
那个时候
我才发现到
你依然在那里
是我自己被我的头脑欺骗了
你依然在那里
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回家的路途中
我为我的失败彻底的后悔
不停的责怪自己为什么那么没胆
一阵子后
我相信
以后不再有见到你的希望了
我相信
过去就是过去
糊糊涂涂地
时间过了几个钟
突然地
你又出现在我前面
我好吃惊
也很开心
因为
机会来了
我勇敢地走上去
说了几句话
虽然说话对象不是你
但那也充足了
我告诉我自己
把握！！！！！
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梦见你
真是异想天开
可是
醒了之后
我竟然做了那个异想天开的事儿
而且
我成功了！！！
好开心！！！
三年以来我所等待的一丝希望
终于出现在我的眼前
而且
我得到了！
好开心
好久没那么开心了
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我以为一切会有好的开始
可是
错
我又错了
你选择以沉默来对待我的真心
你选择以静制动
我没有办法
我无奈
那一丝希望
难道不是希望吗?
那一丝光芒
难道不是光芒吗？
跌了又爬起来
爬了起来又跌的感觉
真不好受
真不好受
为什么？？？
一些些的反应
是那么的难吗？
我不要多
就那么的一点点
行吗？
虽然如此
我还是不放弃
我还是选择相信
相信我自己能达到的
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I am very grateful to be blessed by a group of sincere and good friends.
A friend in need is a friend indeed.
None of us get to know each other through nothing.
Each of us has our own story to tell.
Each of us has our own joke to share.
Nevertheless, when someone falls, the other will be there to pick you up.
What more is there for me to say?
I have the best group of friends the world can offer.
Is there anything more I can lament about?
Thanks guys...
Thanks..
Thanks for lending me a hand when I need one.
Thanks....
Friday, June 15, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
In my last post I did mention that I was in deep trouble with my preparation for the finals.
Now, standing where I am, I am actually laughing at that post.
Muahaha..
Currently, I am feeling so much better and optimistic towards my incoming finals. 3 subjects are on track, thanks to my very kind lecturer.
She is a very nice and kind person who finds it rather difficult to deny a single chance to offer help to those who require it.With her guidance, mathematics seem less difficult. Her way of teaching reminds me a lot of my mum. In other words, she is good in teaching. I am grateful and fortunate to have a tutor like her in Curtin or else I won't have the mood and time to write this post. Besides, she does take care of our fundamental needs. She always ensure that we are not hungry and comfortable all the time. How nice of her.
Oh, and I almost forgot! Lately i have been hanging out with a new bunch of friends. At the first stage, we find it rather hard to accommodate each other. It's understandable as everyone of us comes from different places and were brought up in a different manner. Nevertheless, we all had a mutual goal: we want to fulfill our duty and responsibility as a student. For now, we do not have the time to actually have fun together as we only got together to get prepared for the finals. However, with this common goal, we quickly establish a close ties between each and other.
So.. what am I supposed to talk about?
I don't really know too.
Just feel like blogging after doing some past year papers.
Soon, I will be going home. I wonder how much has Nibong Tebal changed. Definitely, my family will also wonder how much have I changed. It's only natural.
Finally! I have something to talk about. (It popped out in my mind suddenly ^^)
People around me are really getting crazy with love. Meaning, those who are still single, they desire for their partner like a hungry man craving for a hearty meal (well, you know what a hungry man can do, don't you?); those who are in the process of coupling, both of them love each other fiercely; those who have broken up, they are so sad and emo as if the world is at it's end.
What about me ??
I am just not in THAT category, be it the beginning, in the process or the end. I can't say whether it's good or bad to be so (maybe you have an answer) but what I am sure is that I like it this way. ^^
After all, I'm just 19 and I plan to find slowly and accurately.
Sometimes, when the whether is cold and the moon is high up in the sky, I tend to ask myself: When will it be my time? Asking this stupidly to myself and hoping that the moon will drop an answer to me. How lame..
Oh and one more thing. Teenagers nowadays are getting really immature and stupid. (Including me?? @.@) They are willing to do anything, and I mean it, ANYTHING just to make that girl/boy likes them back. Hmmmm... Well... If there's a rule saying that a guy HAVE to be like this in order to get a wife, I guess I shall be the Monk of Immortal.
My home, HERE I COME!!!!
Now, standing where I am, I am actually laughing at that post.
Muahaha..
Currently, I am feeling so much better and optimistic towards my incoming finals. 3 subjects are on track, thanks to my very kind lecturer.
She is a very nice and kind person who finds it rather difficult to deny a single chance to offer help to those who require it.With her guidance, mathematics seem less difficult. Her way of teaching reminds me a lot of my mum. In other words, she is good in teaching. I am grateful and fortunate to have a tutor like her in Curtin or else I won't have the mood and time to write this post. Besides, she does take care of our fundamental needs. She always ensure that we are not hungry and comfortable all the time. How nice of her.
Oh, and I almost forgot! Lately i have been hanging out with a new bunch of friends. At the first stage, we find it rather hard to accommodate each other. It's understandable as everyone of us comes from different places and were brought up in a different manner. Nevertheless, we all had a mutual goal: we want to fulfill our duty and responsibility as a student. For now, we do not have the time to actually have fun together as we only got together to get prepared for the finals. However, with this common goal, we quickly establish a close ties between each and other.
So.. what am I supposed to talk about?
I don't really know too.
Just feel like blogging after doing some past year papers.
Soon, I will be going home. I wonder how much has Nibong Tebal changed. Definitely, my family will also wonder how much have I changed. It's only natural.
Finally! I have something to talk about. (It popped out in my mind suddenly ^^)
People around me are really getting crazy with love. Meaning, those who are still single, they desire for their partner like a hungry man craving for a hearty meal (well, you know what a hungry man can do, don't you?); those who are in the process of coupling, both of them love each other fiercely; those who have broken up, they are so sad and emo as if the world is at it's end.
What about me ??
I am just not in THAT category, be it the beginning, in the process or the end. I can't say whether it's good or bad to be so (maybe you have an answer) but what I am sure is that I like it this way. ^^
After all, I'm just 19 and I plan to find slowly and accurately.
Sometimes, when the whether is cold and the moon is high up in the sky, I tend to ask myself: When will it be my time? Asking this stupidly to myself and hoping that the moon will drop an answer to me. How lame..
Oh and one more thing. Teenagers nowadays are getting really immature and stupid. (Including me?? @.@) They are willing to do anything, and I mean it, ANYTHING just to make that girl/boy likes them back. Hmmmm... Well... If there's a rule saying that a guy HAVE to be like this in order to get a wife, I guess I shall be the Monk of Immortal.
My home, HERE I COME!!!!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The beginning of the end.....
Once again I am here, facing my laptop with an inexplicable feeling. For now, it should be happiness and not what I am feeling currently. Yet, I fail to fathom the operation of my emotions.
The hasty pace of my current life robs the opportunity from me to stop and ponder. And right now, my only option left is to run with it and never look back cause if I look back, I might miss a step ahead. The more I have the anxiety to stop and contemplate, the faster time is slipping out of my grasp.
Recently, my study group with Gabriel just got a little bigger. The new members are nice people and their presence do add a little fun to the atmosphere. Everyone seems to be on their 5th gear, driving through all obstacles in a nick of time, smoothly and steadily. Amid the whole tensed up condition, someone would have been left behind. And who might that be?
This time, I am afraid I have to admit that I am the one. I am the One. This statement usually sounds cool and powerful but for now, it portrays an image of failure. The reason behind such negativity is, again, due to time. Time is running out, like it always do. The finals are approaching. Yet, I have no confidence of possessing any offensive strategy. History repeats itself. A sudden laziness invades my mental fortress. The composition of the invasion consists of a variety of feelings. For instance, the urge to return home as soon as possible, easily satisfied and most ultimately, laziness. The summation of these three major problems would cause me my first semester, that I am sure. I once said on facebook that a quality and meaningful respite is needed. On the contrary, I think I should reduce my resting time and quickly get down on it.
Why do I lack motivation? Why have I lost the willpower to strike and aim further and higher?
Oh please.. give me my strength.. or watch me live out the consequences...
The hasty pace of my current life robs the opportunity from me to stop and ponder. And right now, my only option left is to run with it and never look back cause if I look back, I might miss a step ahead. The more I have the anxiety to stop and contemplate, the faster time is slipping out of my grasp.
Recently, my study group with Gabriel just got a little bigger. The new members are nice people and their presence do add a little fun to the atmosphere. Everyone seems to be on their 5th gear, driving through all obstacles in a nick of time, smoothly and steadily. Amid the whole tensed up condition, someone would have been left behind. And who might that be?
This time, I am afraid I have to admit that I am the one. I am the One. This statement usually sounds cool and powerful but for now, it portrays an image of failure. The reason behind such negativity is, again, due to time. Time is running out, like it always do. The finals are approaching. Yet, I have no confidence of possessing any offensive strategy. History repeats itself. A sudden laziness invades my mental fortress. The composition of the invasion consists of a variety of feelings. For instance, the urge to return home as soon as possible, easily satisfied and most ultimately, laziness. The summation of these three major problems would cause me my first semester, that I am sure. I once said on facebook that a quality and meaningful respite is needed. On the contrary, I think I should reduce my resting time and quickly get down on it.
Why do I lack motivation? Why have I lost the willpower to strike and aim further and higher?
Oh please.. give me my strength.. or watch me live out the consequences...
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Hasty
A month more to go before I sit for my finals of my first semester. The duration between the exam and now is said to be neither short nor long. Whatever it is, I suppose the only thing to do with the time is to appreciate every second of it.
Week 9 was a very busy week. Most of days were spent with one of my close friends in Curtin at the library. It was like a daily routine for us to be there till late midnight to study through the required syllabus. I was glad that I was able to offer a helping hand to him whenever he encountered any predicaments. However, it turned out that I was the one who require my own attention. Ironic, wasn't it? But then it was always a great thing to help a friend. No regrets. Then, we had to deal with the weekly Math online quiz. Now that was a problem for the both of us as we weren't prepared for it. Thanks to some help offered by some kind friends, we were able to sail through it. Yet, I told myself, this would not happen again. Never. I had to admit that I failed to appreciate the importance of time as well as it's consequences if one failed to do so. I had been through many tough lessons but all of them seemed unable to sink in. I guessed there was still a piece of me missing. Somewhere. Would I be wasting this one-month of duration? I certainly hope not. It would be disastrous if it were to happen.
After the test, I thought I could finally feel a sign of relief. Nevertheless, I was very far away from feeling relief. I did not know the reason why I fail to breath in a peaceful air. Unlike the others, I did not have the happiness in me after coming out from the exam venue. Why am I so serious?
The next day, my close friend and I went to the Miri Open Volleyball Competition. Time traveled swiftly. Looking back from now, I couldn't actually remember what we did back then. Everything was like fast forwarding. It did make me creep a little.
On Sunday, which was the day after the volleyball competition, I was filled up with all the practices for the International Festival Concert. That was my first on-stage performance in Curtin. As a whole, it went well. I did a couple of spontaneous performance to cover up the technical problem. My ability to play anything at anywhere and anytime fascinated myself. For thus long, I kept thinking that my skills with the piano had gone rusty. I was proven wrong that night. Though I might be playing the same song, it still had the power to attract people's attention. And the great thing was, I did not freak out though the crowd was around hundred. I was happy, to myself but not to the entire organisation of the night. What I wanted to say was, they should at least make an introduction for me to go and play, not just randomly put up a performance just to cover up the shit laid by other people. Honestly, I looked stupid playing something in the middle of nothing without being called for by the MC. It would be much appreciated if something had been said to let everyone know why I was playing. Amid the whole chaotic arrangement of events, one of my lecturer said that I looked serious. I was grateful that my friend told me about it. Then, he started to say about my personality and attitude towards people. I appreciated his talk and opinions. Some of them were true and deserved my consideration. Yet, I was wondering, did I look serious? Why people kept saying that?
Hasty.
Everything was hasty....
A month more to go. I am going to make it count. But then, can I???
Week 9 was a very busy week. Most of days were spent with one of my close friends in Curtin at the library. It was like a daily routine for us to be there till late midnight to study through the required syllabus. I was glad that I was able to offer a helping hand to him whenever he encountered any predicaments. However, it turned out that I was the one who require my own attention. Ironic, wasn't it? But then it was always a great thing to help a friend. No regrets. Then, we had to deal with the weekly Math online quiz. Now that was a problem for the both of us as we weren't prepared for it. Thanks to some help offered by some kind friends, we were able to sail through it. Yet, I told myself, this would not happen again. Never. I had to admit that I failed to appreciate the importance of time as well as it's consequences if one failed to do so. I had been through many tough lessons but all of them seemed unable to sink in. I guessed there was still a piece of me missing. Somewhere. Would I be wasting this one-month of duration? I certainly hope not. It would be disastrous if it were to happen.
After the test, I thought I could finally feel a sign of relief. Nevertheless, I was very far away from feeling relief. I did not know the reason why I fail to breath in a peaceful air. Unlike the others, I did not have the happiness in me after coming out from the exam venue. Why am I so serious?
The next day, my close friend and I went to the Miri Open Volleyball Competition. Time traveled swiftly. Looking back from now, I couldn't actually remember what we did back then. Everything was like fast forwarding. It did make me creep a little.
On Sunday, which was the day after the volleyball competition, I was filled up with all the practices for the International Festival Concert. That was my first on-stage performance in Curtin. As a whole, it went well. I did a couple of spontaneous performance to cover up the technical problem. My ability to play anything at anywhere and anytime fascinated myself. For thus long, I kept thinking that my skills with the piano had gone rusty. I was proven wrong that night. Though I might be playing the same song, it still had the power to attract people's attention. And the great thing was, I did not freak out though the crowd was around hundred. I was happy, to myself but not to the entire organisation of the night. What I wanted to say was, they should at least make an introduction for me to go and play, not just randomly put up a performance just to cover up the shit laid by other people. Honestly, I looked stupid playing something in the middle of nothing without being called for by the MC. It would be much appreciated if something had been said to let everyone know why I was playing. Amid the whole chaotic arrangement of events, one of my lecturer said that I looked serious. I was grateful that my friend told me about it. Then, he started to say about my personality and attitude towards people. I appreciated his talk and opinions. Some of them were true and deserved my consideration. Yet, I was wondering, did I look serious? Why people kept saying that?
Hasty.
Everything was hasty....
A month more to go. I am going to make it count. But then, can I???
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