Monday, April 19, 2010. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I am not a devil. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,. In my halo of a mired rum tin. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? No It is open. On it I was stuck. Be still if I fill its ebb.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016. Sunday, April 18, 2010. May you ever grow in our hearts. You were the grace that placed itself. Where lives were torn apart. You called out to our country. And you whispered to those in pain. Now you belong to heaven. And the stars spell out your name. And it seems to me you lived your life. Like a candle in the wind.

Monday, April 19, 2010. In Flanders fields the poppies grow. Between the crosses, row on row,. Scarce heard amid the guns below. We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,. To you from failing hands we throw.

Monday, May 3, 2010. Check out my new AMV. Wednesday, April 28, 2010. Preliminary Exams and Cambridge Exams. Yo Preliminary Exam just started last week Monday. Stress bnr jua eh! WISH ME LUCK TOO! Thursday, February 25, 2010. Now I have to spend more money for BM tuition.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends. And before the street begins,. And there the grass grows soft and white,. And there the sun burns crimson bright,. And there the moon-bird rests from his flight. To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black. And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow. We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,. And watch where the chalk-white arrows go.