I have made a decision to forget you.
And I promise to stick to it this time.
Shit you, really,
For making me feel the happiest I could possibly be one moment,
And saddest the other.
You're not worth it,
I should have realized this a long time ago.
Goodbye,
you're a stranger to me now;
insignificant.

Looks like I'm not going to visit him in December:(

Mother think it's not worth it since he's coming back anyway and we've travelled so much this year.

But I love Cambridge so much, it's beautiful there.

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I've not been able to write this past two weeks, it's depressing!

Absence linger.

My family and I visited The National Gallery in London.

I was really happy to find Sandro Botticelli's Painting: Mars and Venus.

I can't seem to add the picture of it into this post but check it out:) I love the story behind it. It always makes me smile without fail.

I hope you'll enjoy this;

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Symphony

Your memory haunts my every thought,

Like a lost soul searching for its home.

I seek to comprehend the stories you tried to act out.

For your actions spoke of words that only one of the same could hear.

I am longing for a day to sail on a boat with you, beside me,

To act out once again the messages my heart has been awaiting for.

It wasn't beautiful,  it was very pretty.

It wasn't today, it was a month ago.

I don't believe him, I reckon he lied.

This is my first post this month,  it's been months actually. Many things have happened. Some good, some bad, all involved emotions; which fades eventually. 

Anyway, I was asked to write for the school magazine by a teacher. I submitted it but it was too short-.- I was suppose to make it longer and hand it in but I went to Tibet for two weeks and forgot to finish it. Oops. 

 Hence, I decided to share it on my blog to anyone who stills reads this dead blog of mine and not to change anything from this. I think it is beautiful the way it is. Take it or leave it; that's my answer.

My Fight

I pick up my blade.

"On guard" says the judge.

Perspiration forms on my forehead; weakness is all I am at this point. Courage is hiding somewhere underneath my bones, too little to do any good.  Emotions in me builds up, making my eyes moist; blurring my vision. I think of giving up but is there a better option.

Too late: my fight has begun.

My opponent shows no sign of distress,. Well, neither shall I. Does is know how fragile I am behind my deceptive  appearance? Would she be sharp enough  to know that it is the key to my failure? I launched my attack, she blocks it, so, I remise. The contact from the tip of the blade onto her body sends of f  an alarm signifying my win. A point is added for me.

"Yes" I say to myself mentally. " The feeling of awakening has risen in me again."

Oh, how I have longed for this moment where I feel sereneness. I walk across my opponent  to shake her hand. As I shake her hand, I catch a glimpse of sadness in her eyes; my heart becomes heavy-hearted. I realized that life is a game of give and take. What she has gotten may not be what she wanted but all is fair in the game of life.

Written by; Alethea Woo.

 June 2009.

My friend Jon said that I should use this fruit hat for my Public Speaking Finals and if it doesn't help me win, he doesn't know what will. haha.

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I have hopes, many hopes; majority of them involving you.

I care for you in ways I never do.

I speak of you in terms that are only meant for kings.

You cannot comprehend even a molecule of the influence you have on me; like the waves, never knowing its origin or end.

From our mistakes; we learn.
From learning; we teach.

Dying Swan.

A dying swan paddles through the wretched swam,
Its beak flared up to the shinning sun.
Feelings of hate and misunderstanding consumed it's brittle soul.
Knowing that death will soon come, coiling up onto its soul.
Oh, poor little dying swan will never know its worth,
For it's too busy filling anger into its soul.

Alethea May Woo.

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