falling slowly

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along

What a beautiful song.
haha this looks super familiar. J2s will definitely recognize it.

Mugging remains a chore, though the occasional thrill that arrives when I find myself owning the practice questions do somewhat make up for it.

Sigh, I don't know why, but somehow I have a feeling this routine I have placed myself in is like a tinted glass, dimming and distorting the brilliant rays of light that used to emanate from my characteristically active, varied and exciting school life. The random bouts of talking nonsense and laughing over stupid stuff in class, the fun housed gatherings and outings that are filled with laughter and enjoyable moments, and not to forget the various council work, deadlines and meetings.

I miss the unique individuals who used to enter the council room and entertain us with their antics. Today, more so than the previous days, highlighted the emptiness of the council area, most probably because of the PAE which totally drained us of our brain energy. HAIZ This 4-week-long-break has reduced our once lively homestead into a spectre of itself. OH WELL.

I guess it also teaches us the lesson of cherishing the moment. haha I'm so glad the few of us still frequent the council room! And now it seems that with the conclusion of CCAL camp, the 28ths will be back and hope they won't shatter the sacred tranquility that we've been blessed with the past few days. haha I finally understand how the 26ths must have felt last year, and it brings to mind the time when Jun How had to place a sign in the council canteen asking us 27ths to be less noisy. That was one year ago.

A Bulgarian woman might fly to the U.S. for a meeting, but will still walk to the grocery store. She might send American partners news via e-mail, but will still gossip on her neighbor’s porch, read and sing in Bulgarian, and speak it with her family — and with you if you’re smart.

Globalization may place English on a pedestal and marginalize the many other natural languages existing in the world, but the sentiments and habit that are attached to one's national language will always be steadfast against the tide of English hegemony.

Woohoo! I'm feeling random. Globalization of Language. haha if we have natural conservation, very soon we need to have language conservation too.

Language is the medium of expression.
And every Man has a language of his own.
It just takes time to compile the dictionary.