Little lion.

You roared at me.

And it was the worst sound I've ever had.

Ever in my 2years of giving.and giving.and giving.

You roared at me.

Your feeder.


Little lion.

You came to me.

As timid as a little, wet kitten.

Asking for.

Forgiveness.



Oh tell me oh wretched heart!
How could I look at you.
And be sure of.
The nails under your palm.
Would NEVER claw my feelings?
And would i have the power.
to turn the cruel words.
Into a magical love song?

This is my second attempt to introduce blog to my students. I did it last year and I could say the responses were quite good, especially from the girls..Well, we women are the emotional and expressive lot, yeah? I tried it again this year, and let's see how will they do.

For me, writing is always and forever be my passion. Engrossing myself into the world of ABC never fails to make me feel contented. .and blogging is such a good way since I swore not to have conventional diaries anymore!! (either I lost it, or I blew up when someone read it) Writing your thoughts and minds, fully knowing that it is somehow a secret-but-not-a-secret is really intriguing, dontcha think?

Student: Will there be marks for this?
Teacher: Nope, this is just a writing practise..
Student: This is so stupid.


Thissss is very heart-wrenching..so off to go..
Toodles!!