Tuesday, March 23, 2004
I searched frantically for it. Where's it? Ah! There it is! Reflecting the sun rays was my prized glass cup in the cupboard.
I took it out and placed it carefully on the table. Stood there reminiscing on how I stumbled upon it. I remembered looking across the different rows and shelves of glass cups in the shop. However, just one glass cup caught my eye, that particular cup, the one that stood out amongst the rest.
I stood there, observing the cup for the hundredth or more time. I poured some ice water in the cup, and waited. Continued staring. Stare. Water started to condense on the outside of the glass cup. The cup had a perfect workmanship, the glass's as clear as ever. But each time I drank water from it, the cup seemed to have an influence on me.
Sometimes the water tasted sweet, at times, queer. Very queer in fact. It had some kind of poisoning effect. No! This can't go on. I took a sip from the cup. I could feel the water trickling down my throat. I took one last look at the cup. Before I knew it, my hand swiped the glass cup off the table.
The cup struggled to maintain its state of equilibrium as it slided off the edge of the table, but it was pulled down by its centre of gravity. There i stood, without saying a word, just watching the cup as it went down. The ice cubes and the water were swirling within the cup as the cup spinned.
Waiting for the final moment, the glass cup hit the floor, sending glass shards in every direction and spilling its contents on the floor. I stared blankly at the mess, wanting to pick up the countless pieces of broken glass that glimmered like diamonds. Surprisingly, I just turned away in the opposite direction, out of my room. I knew that I would not find such a similar cup like that.
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 23:22
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I coined this somewhere in Sec2 or Sec3. Hope it's original.
Love is just a fantasy...So let's just stop fantasizing...
'Pilot-operation Day 1 starts'
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 00:04
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Sunday, March 21, 2004
Just received an email. Found it quite meaningful. Here goes:
To realize the value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend: Lose one.
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 15:33
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Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 01:15
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Friday, March 19, 2004
If tomorrow never comes...Will she know how much I loved her?
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 11:09
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Thursday, March 18, 2004
basically, everything is associated with a choice.
Even not doing anything is a choice too.
So Marcus, what's your choice? Your move.
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 14:26
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Tuesday, March 16, 2004
pinin' for the hope that burst like a bubble
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 02:21
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there's a signficant contrast between (a) not having something in the first place AND (b) having it but then having to see it leave
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 01:17
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Monday, March 15, 2004
Haha...One thing I'm glad to say that my March School Holidays has officially started! Yay!
Train...Thrash...Win......Let's go Hcanoe
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 01:36
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Friday, March 12, 2004
=agent R=
it is through tribulations that one is able to realise and identify his mistakes.
I think I can do that.
however, the crucial and most important thing is not to repeat the same mistake and to learn from it.
That, I think I failed to do so.
It has been a year. Sorry ky. I hope I do not learn it the hard way. Things wouldn't be nice that way.
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 20:23
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Sunday, March 07, 2004
Due to the overwhelming demand(and negligible supply) for the service of turning back time, I have decided due to the prospect of huge profits to set up a shop rendering it.
If only i could turn back time,
If only i had said what i still hide,
If only i could turn back time,
i would stay for the night......
Adapted from Aqua's "Turn Back Time".
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 20:15
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Friday, March 05, 2004
Give me just one night
Una noche
A moment to be by your side...
Give me just one night
Una noche
I'll give you the time of your life...
7 days remaining
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 21:43
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Thursday, March 04, 2004
=flowers in the window=
Dragging my feet through the snow-laden pavement I left a trail of distinct footprints illuminated by the intense crimson red colour of blood behind. Argh! My cheek. Frostbite. The wind continued blowing and howled even louder. The voice of the news anchor could be heard:"Heavy snow storm lasting for the next 3 days predicted. Please stay indoors if possible. Next we have our sports news....."
Do not count the days. Make the days count. (Quoted from Weng)
8 days remaining.
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 21:59
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Monday, March 01, 2004
Quoted from Tathua: There's a thin line between sane and insanity.
Marc=) is thinking of how can he make you happier confident that we'll get there; someday... at 22:49
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