There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

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Thank you, Susan Boyle ^__^

Recently, Jason is working night shifts for few days straight. Although we are staying under the same roof but we are not able to see each other.

When I reach home, he’s already at his office. When he reaches home, I’m on my way to work.

So, to update each other, we can only use phone or MSN. To pass each other things, we place it on the bed, or leave any sticky notes, drawings etc.

We never make this as an excuse to come between us or become our barrier. We are always near to each other =)

Today, he called me on his way home in MRT. He said his next station is Lake Side. And so is mine..! Guess what, we jumped off at the station and had a chance to see each other.. after a long long week we didn’t meet! Haha.. feeling cheesy?

Well, the story “Turn Left, Turn Right” or “向左走, 向右走” also meet each other at the end..! I know this is fate, but I guess it is an effort we put into our relationship too.

Oh, did I mention when I go home, sometimes there is “Someone”.. haha.. A Pillow wearing Jason’s T-shirt and pants, sleeping on his bed.. Haha =P

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Men are like onions. 
You dunno what’s inside them.
You have to peel off their layers one by one..
Only to discover that they do not have heart.
And yet, they can make you cry..