Monday, April 06, 2009
12:58:00 pm
I'm Old
Read backing your own post can be scary...
Martin -
Thursday, March 05, 2009
10:07:00 am
Past Vs Future
Ever wondered why people always 'live in the past'?
The term living in the future never seemed to exist, or rather, for few.
It's just, not very used.
So do you want to live in the past? or the future?
Now? ha.
Martin -
Monday, January 05, 2009
5:05:00 pm
2009
This post totally has absolutely no meaning except that i just want to post something here in 2009!
Abit late still, my first post of the year. As you can see, this is not very well maintained but still, ahs, who cares. heh.
Great year to all! =)
Martin -
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
12:12:00 pm
Merry Merry Christmas
Xmas used to be one of my fav hols, till this year. Not really sure why but this year's xmas seemed to be more hectic than the usual years. I used to always take it as a relaxing holiday and season, at least for me.
This time is really, argh, packed.
And btw, Singaporeans are just too critical, period.
Wish all a Merry Little Christmas!
CHEERS!
Martin -
Monday, November 24, 2008
3:32:00 pm
Ponder
Music?
Think again.
Martin -
Sunday, November 02, 2008
2:24:00 pm
Lalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I am bored, Homed.
Today's Sunday. Sunday means lots of stuff. but tonight need to get somewhere easty far and do some stuff so its kinda sian 1/2.
It rhymes!
And i need to book it!!!! omg. worst. oh wells, beats waking at 5 tomorrow...
I think many of my friends are having 1/4 life crisis. They seemed to be so worried about everything... Oh wells, troubled times, must be the economy.
Hard not to look back at better times eh? Then again, whatever that had happened are always the better times aren't they? They happened what....
Heh.
sighs, one more week in camp...then comes block off.. *grins*
I am dead bored laaaaaaaaaaalallalalalallalalalalaallalalalalaallalalalalaa
Sighs, evidence of a physco-puff
Martin -
Saturday, October 25, 2008
7:33:00 pm
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Frye
Martin -
