Lots of things happened since 2014. Sun rose and set, tides risen and ebbed, flowers bloomed and rot ...it is already end of March 2015.
My Work:
Work..work..work..
Devours our life source from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And of our yesterdays born innate fools
The way to ignorant idiocracy. Out, out, paleolithic mentality!
Life's but a string puppet, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the corporate stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
My relationship:
Two roads diverged in a passionate boulevard,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one hopeless romantic, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it was groomed and mannerly arranged;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was audacious and wanted wear;
Though uncertainty awaits all along the way,
Nor the journey whatnot the destination far or near,
And both that divergence equally lay
In love, my step had trodden black.
Oh, I left the first for another man!
knowing that how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever regret.
I shall be telling this with a delight,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a boulevard, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference
Dear you,Please bear with me.I had a colourful past.bitter and cold, betrayed and fooled, nevertheless colourful.Haha...colourful... remember how our lips looks like we're saying "i love you" when pronouncing it?
Esther Francis Swee,I love you.Fullstop.
And of our yesterdays born innate fools
The way to ignorant idiocracy. Out, out, paleolithic mentality!
Life's but a string puppet, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the corporate stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
My relationship:
Two roads diverged in a passionate boulevard,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one hopeless romantic, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it was groomed and mannerly arranged;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was audacious and wanted wear;
Though uncertainty awaits all along the way,
Nor the journey whatnot the destination far or near,
And both that divergence equally lay
In love, my step had trodden black.
Oh, I left the first for another man!
knowing that how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever regret.
I shall be telling this with a delight,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a boulevard, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference
Dear you,Please bear with me.I had a colourful past.bitter and cold, betrayed and fooled, nevertheless colourful.Haha...colourful... remember how our lips looks like we're saying "i love you" when pronouncing it?
Esther Francis Swee,I love you.Fullstop.
