You ain't no loser!

Even though how hard you gonna' survive,
how hard your life would be.
Always remember that somebody lives harder than you.

I know that you can't breathe,
can't speak, can't do anything.
I understand your feeling,
like a devil wants you to surrender.

Life is a battlefield,
we are always battle with the devil.
And when we are at our limit,
we abandoned hope, love, life and everything in us.

Whisper to yourself,
don't give up.
No matter how many times you lose,
how many times you cried,
how many times you fall to the ground.

You are going to stand up again,
You are going to win this battle,
Through your might and mind.
Gather all your power to win this battle.
Because you ain't no loser! .

Are dream telling the truths?

"When people appear in your dreams, it's because that person wants to see you". - Time magazine .I saw this quote when I'm refreshing my twitter. Think back, the people that usually appreared in my dream. Did they really wanted to see me? I have a question that I wanted to asked, what if a idol of yours apprear in your dream? Did they wanted to see you too?! Well, I would said they not even met you in the first place! How did 'they' wanted to see you?! Or maybe this is a 'fortune-telling dream'? That fortold the future that lies ahead? Time Magazine can you answer my question? Well, I think no one can answer my question yet. Coz dream is unpredictable, unstable and unworthtly to trust. Even though sometimes, we had a beautiful dream ever. When you woke up, we are back to the real world. And the people in my dream sometimes I felt really close to them, but in real world no. We were like a totally stranger to each other, its like a different personality. WEIRD! But recently, I dream about a singer( I don't want to say who) confessed to me in my dream. Jaws dropping~ I started to notice him lately....... Could he is the ONE for me?! I think is impossible! He is a Star, an Idol and is toooooooooooooooo early for me!!!!! Does a psycologist that expert in Dream can give me a perfect answer? I'll be waiting.......

Star

Dear Star,
you are so far above the sky.
If I stretch my hands up, can I reach you?

Dear Star,
are you the star that can take me to Neverland?
Will I able to meet Tinkerbell, the mother of the Lost boys?
Or maybe Peter Pan, the child that never wants to grow up?
And have a fight with the evil Captain Hook?
I wish to go there even a second.......I'm satisfied.

Dear Star,
do you have the power to grant me wish?
I know you don't have magical power but
can I continue to believe? :)

Are you my true friend?

Friends, I come across this word when I was reading Sparks's The Last Song. I really did think about my friends and I really have some 'untrue' friend. I can easily prove it, like this time my exam is very poor. 'They' started to avoid me and sometimes when I wanted to asked them some homework question, 'they' even scold me ''Why are you so STUPID?!" when I didn't understand what are 'they' explaining. To think that, back when my academic was better than them. I didn't stingy to share my knowledge and patiently teach 'them'. Even boys are no gentlemen at all(only chinese medium school)! I felt disappointed, do 'true fiend' really exist in this world? I will keep praying for it to happen....... Until I read this article from SGM's Junior Division blog (http://sgmjd.blogspot.com/2010/12/truly-strong-self.html). From that day onwards I keep praying for the emergence of the kindness inside 'them'. That one day, 'they' will realize.

Firstly, I didn't really agree to my school about the 'short hair' system. What I mean is this is 21st century!!!! And you want us to cut our hair SHORT?! You can't control us like back then you used to, actually you teachers are the one who created 'tomboy'. Because you want us to keep our hair short so we cut the 'boycut' style, because it easier to maintain and its so short!! So it really isn't us who wants to be a 'tomboy', is you who force us to be one! So don't blame the girls who wants to be a boy. This is like a 'CAUSE' circle, you want a 'short hair' system-->we style our hair with 'tomboy' style-->Lesbian~

If~

If you lost hope,
Pray.
If you lost love,
Find.
If you lost music,
Compose.
If you lost everything,
Believe.
If you fall,
Stands up.
If you lose,
Fight again.
If you fail,
TRY AGAIN!!!!

Don't ever, ever give up yourself! Hope and believe in you and people around you. Even if you done wrong in the past, let me tell you this. Life always have a second chance........Because we are human, we are not PERFECT. (that's include me, HAha) ;)

Simple

Simple words,
Simple meaning,
Simple phrase,
Simple understanding,
Simple life,
Simple joy.

Love your life the way it be~ :)

Just like me! XD

Last Friday, I participated the Public Speaking at my school. But I didn't won anything, because I'm presented a poem and the judges said that Public Speaking is an article..... So, I said to myself "I come here to deliver a message not to win!" So I want to share this poem to you, it was so meaningful to me and my family. So I hope this poem will inspire you, enjoy~ :)

The Race by Doctor D.H groberg

"Quit, give up, you're beaten"
They shout at you and plead
"There's just too much against you
This time you can't succeed".

And as I start to hang my head
In front of failures face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race

And hope refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
Or just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being

Childrens race, young boys
Young men, how I remember well
Excitement sure, but also fear
It wasn't hard to tell

They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race
Or tie for first, or if not that
At least take second place

The parents watched from off the side
Each cheering for his son
And each boy hoped to show his folks
That he could be the one

The whistle blew and off they went
Young hearts and hopes afire
To win and be the hero there
Was each young boys desire

And one boy in particular
Whose dad was in the crowd
Was running near the lead and thought
"My dad will be so proud"

But as they speeded down the field
Across a shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win
Lost his step and slipped

Trying hard to catch himself
With hands flew out to brace
And amid the laughter of the crowd
He fell flat on his face

But as he fell his dad stood up
And showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said
"Get up and win the race"

He quickly rose, no damage done
Behind a bit that's all
And ran with all his night and mind
To make up for the fall

So anxious to restore himself
To catch up and to win
His mind went faster than his legs
He slipped and fell again

He wised then that he had quit before
With only one disgrace
"I'm hopeless as a runner now
I shouldn't try to race"

But in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his fathers face
That steady look which said again
"Get up and win the race"

So up he jumped to try again
Ten yards behind the last
If I'm going to gain those yards he though
I've got to move real fast

Exerting everything he had
He regained eight or ten
But trying hard to catch the lead
He slipped and fell again

Defeat, he lay there silently
A tear dropped from his eye
There's no sense running anymore
Three strikes, I'm out, why try?

The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind so error prone
A loser all the way

"I've lost, so what", he thought
I'll live with my disgrace
But then he thought about his dad
Whom soon he'd have to face

"Get up" the echo sounded low
"Get up" and take your place
You were not meant for failure here
"Get up", and win the race

With borrowed will "Get up" it said
"You haven't lost at all"
For winning is no more than this
To rise each time you fall

So up he rose to run once more
And with a new commit
He resolved, that win or lose
At least he shouldn't quit

So far behind the others now
The most he'd ever been
Still he'd give it all he had
And run as though to win

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling
Three times he'd rose again
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner
As he crossed the line first place
Head high and proud and happy
No falling, no disgrace

But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line, last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race

And even though he came in last
With head bent low, unproud
You would have thought he'd won the race
To listen to the crowd

And to his dad he sadly said
"I didn't do too well"
"To me you won", his father said
"You rose each time you fell"

And now when things seem dark and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy helps me in my own race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when depression and despair shout loudly in my face,
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

Ladies and gentlemen, finish the race.
(this is what I said in the end)

Love=Everything?

Someone says that love isn't everything,
but other says that love is everything.
Every story is it about love,
or just some of it?
Love is it really everything,
or just a part of it?
Where can I find the answer?
In the name of love?

There is nothing nice.......

There is nothing nice like watching over a beautiful sunflower,
that can changed your emotion to happy mode,
There is nothing nice having a coffee with a full moon where you can stare,
There is nothing nice like keeping a dairy with all of your 'everyday',
There is nothing nice doing things that give all of your might,
There is nothing nice living in the fantasy of yours.......

River Flow In You by Stephanie Kuan