Move on already!

Hope is the sweet, sweet scent
of flowers in the morning
Hope is the cool gentle breeze
on a warm summer's day
Hope is the knowledge of stability
from a son in mourning
Hope is the bright shining light
keeping darkness at bay
Hope is the calming warmth
during a cold winter
Hope is the determination
of an athelete on the track
Hope is the potential
of a newborn baby
Hope is the warmth
between you and me
Hope springs eternal...

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new! Everyone's gotta move on...no more dwelling in the past and not letting go of the memories,hard as it may seem. "Time awaits no one"

So long,Chinese!

13 years of studying Chinese...and all is over today...FINALLY. Not that I miss it,no way. Hell,I'm so glad I don't have to be forced to speak another sentence nor write another line in that dreaded language ever again. Call me potato or ang-moh pai,whatever,I don't give a shit man! But then again,who says it's all over? What if I-touch wood- fail and have to re-take again next year? No no no...not gonna entertain that thought. Bad omen. :(

Last thing to tackle now...fucking PW. Ugh,so much last minute shit,many apologies to my patient group members for having to put up with my late submissions of my script and works,and of course to Mr Wong,who has to rush through my uber late submissions and burn the midnight oil so as to return to me on time,filled with constuctive comments,the next day. PW really sucks,and it's just so we are the last suay batch again. The kiddos after us will no longer have to go through this mindless suffering of meeting deadlines and cracking their brains to think up of ridiculous,theoretical ideas that ain't gonna be carried out anyway. What shit man?

*sighs* I better stop blogging,can hear my cue cards screaming,"Hey fuck you! Pick us up and start your fucking rehearsal or you would just fucking shit in your pants during your OP tomorrow!" Yeah,whatever man. Fuck yourself la,damn PW.