Thursday, March 03, 2005
fallen petals of pridemonsoon blows twice a year,
petals of your pride dropped with withered tears.
cheeks so full once, now without cheer.
when pride is windblown,
what golden leaves remain?
standing flowerless alone,
your angry silence speaks;
with a sharp tongue in my mind.
words are like the fallen leaves by the wayside,
upon the ground they must have bite.
Ong Teong Hean alias Peter Ong
found this poem somewhere. exactly describes what i feel now. failed my english. first time in my whole bloody life. regrets around me in the air. A D7. fucking god. i am so sad. ok. i am not evil. lower than me doesnt mean anything. i dont "action" ok. A D7 may be good to some people BUT it's not good to me. I am not pleased with my english. dont even mention to me my other subjects. the only one WITHOUT a red line below is chinese!!! oh my god. cannot believe when i think about it. my languages are always the one i'm strong and CONFIRM pass in. And now my chinese will be so bored. no one to accompany. awwwwwww. i wanna cry. remembered i said if i fail my english i will jump down. ok. i'm chicken. just like hy said. when i just hop off the building, i will start to regret. I'M CHICKEN!!!