many things ran tru moi mind as i had moi dinner. not how e food taste.. it was a delicate meal. but observations i have made from a family. it's sad. i guess they really are. throughout e meal, as i've observed, the young women sitting with her parents have spoken little. her mom seemed troubled. den i thought about e 'quarrel' DaDDy n i had in e afternoon.. where's e basic trust that a husband and wife should haf? jus at tt moment, his words came into moi mind again.. although i may not exactly noe wad hap, such thoughts filled moi head.. about wad could haf possibly happened to the couple. at tt moment, i had alot to say u noe.. but as i sit infront of the com now, i kinda haf nth 2 say animore.. jus.. bleakness... maybe i was jus being cynical.. maybe..

went mugging wif huimin in e afternoon at LJS. finished moi weatherin lecture 1 notes. went crazy after all that mugging. minz n i was crapping about using geo terms on human. lyk me experiencin minor exofliation currently cause i m peelin.. sunburn gotten frm LTC. lolx`

btw, thanks xj 4 tt haru pic. love u loads.. *mUcKS u'd better come on wed huh!! keke` and DaDDy.. i hope nothing's wrong.. smile ya? say 'hehe'.. =P

dunno y.. this song keep running tru moi head while i ate moi dinner. dun ask me y i even thought of a song i've learnt in choir in sec 2 if i dun rmb wrongly.. i miss those days... and ya.. e lyrics seems happi, but i was more concentrated on the tune(at least e one we learnt.. dunno how e original one is reli lyk..) whilse having moi dinner.. beCcA.. i miss crappin wif u in choir.. *sOb

Morning Has Broken
As sung by Cat Stevens
lyrics by Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day