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18 January 2007 ! at 11:30 PM ! You lived next door to me for years We shared our dreams, our joys, and tears. A friend to me you were indeed... A friend who helped me when in need. My faith in you was strong and sure We had such trust as should endure. No spats between us ever rose; Our friends were like...and so our foes. What sadness then, my friend, to find That after all you weren't so kind. The day my life on earth did end I found you weren't a faithful friend. For all those years we spent on earth You never talked of second birth. You never spoke of my lost soul And of the Messiah Who'd make me whole. I plead today from Hell's cruel fire And tell you now my last desire. You cannot do a thing for me... No words today my bonds will free. But do not err, my friend, again; Do all you can for souls of men. Plead with them now quite earnestly, Lest they be cast in Hell with me. It's a really reflective poem. And one full of regret and sadness that that's what our friends will say to us - that we never shared with them the Gospel. And yet, in this last times, are we doing our best to share the Gospel to everyone else around us? I hope we are. I hope I am. It's been a super busy week. With emotions going up and down. And I don't know why, but maybe the thought of being sec four scares me a lot. We're suddenly the oldest batch of students in school, suddenly O levels are here before you know it, suddenly we've got so many things to handle etc etc. There's no more asking seniors how to do this, how to do that etc. And maybe the stress and pressure's getting to me but still. I've been feeling the extremes these days. Or at least one side of the extreme. Not my favorite side though. I've been thinking alot about graduating, be it from guides or crescent. Though I've complained much, but I guess right deep down in my heart I do know that I'll still miss the times I've had with every single person here in school. I'll miss the noise, the teachers, the friends etc. Too many things to be missed. And there's more. Okay, I'm being super random here when its only the 3rd week of school reopen. /: Haha. On a lighter note, I got a B3 for last year's O levels june paper mock exam! (: I was expecting a C5 or B4 but aiming for an A1 or A2. It's in the middle though, not too bad. (: And Yvette made a family tree of our family in class today. Haha it's silly lah. And got like 2 or 3 questionable relationships. Haha she siao siao de. Don't listen in geog class, do this kind of thing. On a depressing-er note, I still cannot find my black charger which is spoilt. This is getting pretty frustrating, I hope my dad didn't throw it away accidentally. Grr. And emo songs are really appealing to me a lot somehow, suddenly. Oh wells. I'm too brain-dead to do any homework. Think I'll go to bed early, I need the rest. Badly. <3, CASS. |