i am bored to tears.
within this period of time not knowing whether im being accepted for the
teaching position and hence not able to know my commitment
also means i dont know what kind of job to look for
which means these agonising 15 days wait is sad
at least i can be going around looking for a job or something
but now im just bumped at home
one possible good thing is that im able to show my support
at all of wan ting's matches, with another one tomorrow
other things im busy with includes sorting out the accessories
that my cousin wants to sell, helping her start an online children accessories shop
and should any one of you like the accessories
custom-made is also available.
other good things could include trying to beat my personal high score on scramble and Hell's Kitchen. not that healthy if you ask me
couple of birthdays coming up, louis and shengming
not too sure what to get either of them
any suggestions do tag my tagboard! :D
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AINT NO AVERAGE.
LOVE.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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