没有你的第一百三十一天

its such wonder why people get upset over trivial matter.
oh, it reminds me of what my secsch chinese teacher.
she told us that what happen to one may appear to be a minor matter to others,
but it may be a grave matter to the latter.
such is life with different perspective.
came home earlier than usual.
passed by the resident corner down my block.
& i saw many many elderly, those with silver grey white, whatever you call the colour of their hair.
of course, there were middle-aged people too.
each of them had a small booklet in their hands.
i guess its their notebook? or textbook even.
& guess what?
they were learning ENGLISH.
i heard them say:"how much"
yes, they are learning how to communicate in english.
& it inspired me.
i saw really old fellows there.
& i beamed with utmost respect for them.
its the core value that my secsch had thought me.
inculcated in me.
groomed me in every way.
"continual learning", they always say.
that people should grow old, their brain should always be in the best of state for wanting to learn more, craving to learn more.
&& it surely inspired me to seriously memorise my SPA skill A.
haha.
so much for the yaking away.
once and for all i swear.
its wearing my brain off.
argh.
*annoyed, but momsie preparing a cup of milk for me as a form of motivation.*

the poem that touched me all along. so true.

Gavin Ewart-'Ending'
The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing ship.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
The eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying gone away.