Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
November 4, 2010
Here i am .... OMO
http://muetmyway.blogspot.com/
Hehe .... here's the blog of the Muet teacher that i mentioned before .... she's great !!!
Like but can't be her follower ......???
Because need to sign up either Google, twitter or yahoo ???
so may be i don't want .... haha ... how troublesome is that ....
It's easy to link with her blog this way, for Me and all of you...
Omos should go and visit her blog .... Her stuffs are great and useful !!
This time exam i really very sad ... It's all my fault of course !!!
But never mind, i will do better next year ...
Hope that i can achieve what i really want ...
So let's work harder together ... I hope that all the OMOS can go to uni together !!!
Ohhh ... and i like this song very much and the lyric is super good !!! OMO ...
Here's the lyric....
The Rose lyrics
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.
Inspiring !!!
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