I know it's kinda irrelevant to my life, but I feel like crying whenever I hear this song.
Silver Threads Among the Gold
(Eben E. Rexford and Hart Pease Danks)
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes, my darling, you will be,
Always young and fair to me.
cho: Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today, ;
Life is fading fast away.
When your hair is silver white,
And your cheeks no longer bright,
With the roses of the May,
I will kiss your lips and say:
Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown,
Yes, my darling, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
Love can never more grow old.
Locks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the hearts that love will know
Never, never, winter's frost and chill,
Summer warmth is in them still;
Never winter's frost and chill,
Summer warmth is in them still.
Love is always young and fair.
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
To the heart that beats below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown;
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown.
I am warning you. This may be my last post for a very long time.
I'm gonna NOT homeschooL! whoohoo. i'm a little glad to stop homeschooling. fine, a lot glad.
high five chanelle! haha.
sorry mum, pa, alyssa and ethan ;P
So, I am going to a sorta homeschooling centre. (i hate that term. i prefer a centreschooling centre.)
And I cannot wait! You know why?
Firstly, I don't have to study alone. Meaning I don't have to try and figure out how to do this math problem and figure out what hydro something something is. etcetera.
I can't wait to have a teacher who can explain to me what this and that is. I mean I love my Mum and Pa very much. But they are often busy so can't help me with this and that. Not that they NEVER help me. They do. And they're very helpful. Just that sometimes my Pa is on the phone and my Mum is talking with someone either on the phone or in the counselling room.
I can't always expect them to wait on me 24/7 but I just want help. And I usually need it most of the time. (yes yes, i'm not smart k?)
Secondly! I get new stationery! Enough said. :)
Thirdly! Friends. I get to see more than 7 people everyday when I go to the centre! Whoohoo! Just seeing people is almost enough for ol' extroverted me. haha
Fourthly. Erm, I will be more disciplined! I won't have the chance to be distracted and go lie down suddenly. I really need some discipline. I just hope I can tahan it. I hope I don't get stressed out just cause I have to listen to someone speaking for a whole one hour. Also I hope I don't get annoyed by the stupidest thing. I do that sometimes, by the way. I hope I am friendly enough. I hope I don't make a bad impression of myself on the first day. I know I know, it doesn't REALLY matter. But to me it does. :)
YEAY! I'm done! I just wrote a very long post as my (maybe) last one. Whoohoo!
hope you don't miss me too much ;)
because of ethan, Alyssa and I have been kinda obsessed with this word:
Mendacity.
And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let You know how much You've touched my life
Because here is where You're finding me, in the exact same place as New Year's eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We're less than half as close as I want to be
And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever
And so this Christmas I'll compare the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life
want you -pixie lott :(
I don't wanna want you, keep telling myself
That I don't want you
But I can't have you
It's crazy
It's getting so hard to stay away from you
But I still miss you
I don't want want you, keep telling myself
That I don't want you
Lamentations 3:37 (New Living Translation)
37 Who can command things to happen
without the Lord’s permission?
So I've made up my mind
I will pretend
To leave this world behind
And in the end
You'll know I've lied
To get your attention
I'm faking my own suicide
I'm faking my own suicide
Because I know you love me
You just haven't realized
I'm faking my own suicide
They'll hold a double funeral
Because a part of you will die
Along with me
Wish you thought that I was dead
So rather than me
You'd be depressed instead
And before arriving at my grave
You'd come to the conclusion
You've loved me all your days
But it's too late
Too late for you to say
Because I'm faking my own suicide
Because I know you love me
You just haven't realized
I'm faking my own suicide
They'll hold a double funeral
Because a part of you will die
Along with me
I'll write you a letter that
You'll keep
Reminding you your love for me
Is more than six feet deep
...
...
...
Right about that time
Is when I come back to life
And let you know
I'd let you know (whooaa)
I was faking my own suicide
Because I know you loved me
You just never realized
I was faking my own suicide
I'll walk in that room and
See your eyes open so wide
I've been so lost
Because you know
Because you know
You will never leave my sight (you will never leave my sight)
Until the day that I die for the first time (until I die for the first time)
And we'll laugh, yeah we'll laugh
And we will cry
So overjoyed with the love
That saved my life
Our love is so alive
Ants are everywhere! I just killed one crawling up my arm when I felt something crawling up my neck.
Ugh.
I went to Cameron Highlands! For my last family holiday before I (supposedly) study til *smacks an ant crawling on arm* my brain collapses.
So, in Cameron Highlands (will be known as CH after this), we did all the usual CH things to do.
Such as drink tons of tea, look at flowers and cacti, put about three layers of clothes on, and of course, we PLUCKED STRAWBERRIES!
I am never going to pluck another strawberry at EQ in my life by the way.
Alyssa, Lauren and I went into the area where the strawberries grew and plucked. While we plucked, there was this worker who was quite friendly with us and told us (in malay) that we had to pluck with the stem still on. He also pointed out some really red fat strawberries for us to pluck.
I was okay with him plucking one or two for us, but when he continued on plucking moldy strawberries and putting them on our tray, I knew that things were getting out of hand. Because we were only allowed three people to go in to pluck, my parents were waiting for us outside (with Christen too of course).
The man was already getting on my nerves by then. (Many things get in my nerves by the way. So this could've been seen as an overreaction of Kimberly's). I quickly walked out and called my Mum to come in and talk to the man. On my way out, the man called me over and took the tray from me and added another 6 more really orangey strawberries and he placed the tray on this weighing machine. He said "Bayar sini. Bayar lima ringgit."
We'd been to this plucking place before and everyone knows that you pay outside at the cashier. But this dude was telling us to pay there and then. Not only that, he added extra strawberries (which we did not even pick) and now he was telling us we had to pay an extra 5 bucks for strawberries which he plucked (!!!!)
Man I was seething by then. I stomped out, leaving the tray with the man, and shouted for my Mum to come over. She walked over and asked the man what the problem was.
You'll never believe what he said.
He said
"Bayar sini. Lima ringgit. Dia kutip"
