When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm,
is the golden sky,
and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never walk alone,
you’ll never walk alone.
I said … "I’ll skate more till you see me flying on ice"
And someone offered me a possible answer:
The word skate is used as a verb that describes the physical effort of sliding on ice.
when Citra flies on the ice it merely suggest the flying will be directly above the ice. Flying may entail no requirement for the sliding on ice. The word "more" denotes the relativity of frequency.
(c) xx 2007
Ps:
1. hope u dun get lost~~ ^^
2. hey`~~ it’s just a typo laa 
3. dang~~ i can’t even put reply on comment >.<
have u ever feel this way?
that you want to scream out loud?
all seem so confusing…
i can assure this realli annoying time…
appologies requested to many parties…
for i am too so stuckedoff… and please.. no pity needed…. T.T!
*when u feel blue…. doesn’t mean u onli see blue in colour….. but sometime you just need more time to see other colours….*
life is a long series drama, that never end
even if you’re sleeping for a long time, coz ure part of the long story
you cry when you’re down and happy
you laugh when you’re happy or something funny
but mainly, you feel so many emotions that’s been expressed in ur timeline
many plots and climax happened
all support and deceive you at the same time
so,
life must be a joke~!
because if not,
i’m lost.
When I got secrets and want to share, we talked all day long.
When my dream got broken, somehow you reminded me that I belong.
When I need someplace to hide, you gave me your hand for a while.
When my sky begins to fall, you stayed with me till I smile again.
Whenever I need some place, you gave me your room.
When someone broke my heart, together you guided me and unbreak it.
When I felt sad or empty inside, you show me I’m not alone.
When I got lost out there you’ll came and took me home.
We went somewhere else when I needed to get away.
And when nothing seems to be going right, and I need a friend… you stayed….
that’s why i’m greatful to have friend like you…
reply to Ashley Rice.. by little t.
i used to remember being picked on bcoz i was the littlest n youngest in a group… and i got realli upsad bcoz of it.. i guess i was too proud of myself back then..
once i askd a friend … wat’s the meaning of being small? he said to me that small = cute .. but that time i couldn’t see the reason y ppl keep calling me ’small’ and i kept of thinking saying that word means of not respecting other people….. (as trying to make it easy)
then i saw a really good friend of mine being picked on.. as she’s the littlest on the group… but what i see is that they don’t mean to harm or even hurt the littlest one.. they picked on her becoz the smallest are easy to remember and i guess this’ what the meaning of love in friendship….. that they have fun together… and take care of each others…
do u know when we had really quiet time listening to the nature.. i wish i can find that place again to escape and have a really peacefull time
time just goes too fast that i can’t even have a big breath to stop and think back
why hide if people can’t see you?
what is happiness? i guess it’s a memoir inside you that makes you smile when you recall it
why do we trust people? because u’ll be grumpy otherwise…