I’m losing sleep again!

NAFA school term is starting tomorrow… and my heartbeat’s getting faster.

I want to see what I’m going to learn! Too bad there aren’t any printouts online…

and I hope there’s cute girls in my class! <3

I don’t know how I came upon this, but I love it, be it Libera’s or Conor’s version. But I prefer Conor’s just a slightly more.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

Taken from site.

of Changes and Life Luggage

How long ago was the last time you said, “So-and-so has changed”?
How long ago was the last time you said, “I have changed”?
How often do you comment that “So-and-so has change!”

For me, it’s always the others who have change more than I. People close to the heart seldom seem to have change, not that they didn’t, but we just,somehow, failed to see it.

Yet once we noticed it, we get all surprised and flustered over it.

I know I have changed in little ways. More jealousy, envy, pride and ego. They’re heavy luggage. Yet, I can’t seem to put them down and bury them nine feet under the ground.

I’m no saint, I’m born a human, die a human (I hope). I scoff at people who claim that they are perfectionist or act all high-and-mighty. I am skeptical when people are over-friendly or nice, believing that they have motives or probably just wanting to build a facade of I-am-a-Nice-guy/gal.

Recently, I seemed to have gone from bad to worse. I got irritated when I read some random profiles stating that they hate hypocrites, backstabbers, liars, gossipers etc and wish that they would all vanish from the face of Earth. Rrrright.

All whom will be left are probably just new born babies.

 When we say that someone has change, is it really true, or is it just that we ourselves have change? They could have been like that since we know them; just that over the years, our luggage gets heavier, weighing us down, making us perspire and the perspiration blurred our vision; thus, causing us to think that they have change?

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Rats of the Race
(by dayever and no offence meant!) 

The place’s a spinnin’
We’re all adaptin’
We’re all changin’

We’re all rats in the race
Chasing for the big Cheese
Hypocrites and backstabbers
They are labelled as the Nasty Rats
those who label are the Successful Nasty Rats.
Liars, liars, pants on fire
They are there to weave some pictures
and spin their tails tales.
Who else provides the mystery to test your brain
when they are not there to tell tall stories?
What fun is there, if all you do is run and trip others
Jump and step on others?
Gossipers, they’re there to the rescue.
Oh she didn’t! She did? Scandalous!
Isn’t that so much fun?
Entertainment, free of charge.
We are all rats. In the race.

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I kind of like this song -
Wishing it away By Jesus Jones
Lyrics here