"Give me a red rose,"she cried, "and i ll sing you my sweetest song."

But the tree shook it's head.

"my roses are red,"it answered, " as red as colour of love....but the winter has chilled my veins, and i shall have no rose at all this year."

"one rose is all i want," cried the Nightingale, "only one rose! Is there no way by which i can get it?"

"There is a way," answered the Tree, "but it is so terrible that i dare not tell it to you."

"Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid...in the name of love."

"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."

And the Nightingale did it..All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life blood ebbed away from her. She sang first of the birth of a love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree, there blossomed a beautiful rose, petal following petal..

Pale was it, as first...

So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn and louder grew her song..And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose..

But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose's heart remained white, for the only the Nightingale's heart's-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.

"Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, " or the Day ll come before the rose is finished."

So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song....

the rose became crimson...
crimson as the ruby was the heart..

Nightingale's voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking in her throat..

Then she gave one last burst of music.
The rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air.

"Look look!" cried the Tree," the rose is finished now."
But the Nightingale made no answer.

For she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart...

i suddenly realized tt i've yet to pen down any posts to dear moogies..so here i am..trying to make up for it..heeZ..well..all tt i can say is tt it's the most wonderful OG tt one can ever have.. and apparently the best so far in my years of camps..

the fellow moogies are:

denyse--
my sweet darling who initiated the 'save yuzhe fund'..a cheerful gal yet SILLY gal..with extreme shrills and loud laughters tt can turn every head within 5 km radius~~haha..life without her ll be a bore~ =) and yes..someone tt always requires me to give her morning calls on FRI for 8 30 lectures..when she stays in errrr hall 3 ( the nearest to MLT)..just to tell you a little secret(joel listen!)..she can slp at a count of 10..amazing!

rong shan--
gamble gamble gamble...she and her 4 packs of poker cards...this gal carries cards with her EVERYWHERE she goes!(does it includes showering? Hmm..) i wonder y one can have such a fetish for cards! haha.. she's my dinner mate cum errrr..neighour( hall 15)..and always keep me informed of stuff around me.. and asking me out for dinner..orh! this nice gal alwasy lend me her OB books! when the stupid suppliers refuse to give me...

mabel and xiao wei--
my roomie and future lao po!!!!! haha! when i'm not in my room..not stoning in lessons...you know where i am! haha..i mabel and xiao wei's room! mabel the relatively loud gal is very ncie and kind...although she alwalys laugh at my silly erm..throw face stuff..but she and xiao wei damn helpful!*crys* and yah..they are the self appted secretaries and vice secreteries of Moogle!^^..apparently mabel can be a better ACCt den me...i dono wat i'm doing here in acct...haha..xiao wei( yeah tt song~)'s gonna teach our kids man~(oops.better send my kids overseas~) haha! kidding.. well her rxn time is 30000 light years slower than normal human being..aiyos.. like tt how to handle students.. i bet she would only realize tt some of her students hand in their work late only after a few days due to time lagg..hahah! oops..happy playing sims 2 hall 14 pals!

shuting--
pebble!!! always the gal who goes hay wired wtih me!( jon jon's roll eyes expression) a sweet gal who alway msg me where and when to meet for lessons..and wat and when the lecs changed to...wah..i feel damn informed coz of her! apparent everyone is well informed of wat is going in sch except for me...Y??!!? haha...i ll be so bored without her company in lecs...

Jacquiline(? is tt how you spell it?)
this gal arh...poor thing..suffered from some unknown illness after the camp! so she kinda missed quite a lot of our moogle activities! but heehee finally got to see her on sun! she went to the pot luck session~~ and i think she looks like jasmine! they 've got the sisters -face...^^

hui zhen--
yeah~ my fellow ny and HC mate...but somehow i din rmb seeing her in sch...Oops..paiseh! i'm in arts you see...damn far away from s7~~~~a quite and errr yah...quite gal( even more quite than me haha)...haha...enjoyed her company during all the bus rides in camp..=)

ok time to go for tuition...shall update the others nxt time~~^^

茜雅走了。。一阵茫然把我吞噬了。。我现在的心情很糟。。或许，我早已习惯为自己拨开一个伤口。。再在上面慢慢地洒盐。。然后享受那种刺心的痛。。原谅我。。今天对我来说很重要。。可是我什么也不想说。。我的心情可能要花好一段时间才能恢复。。还是。。它有机会恢复吗？我不知道。。它或许只会被我自私地折叠起来。。然后好好地藏在我触及不到的地方。。你也许觉得我近期的缄默。。因为我内心充满了不知由来的喧闹。我只是累了。。累得不愿再振振有词的向他人费力的解释。。企图以说服别人来说服自己，并从中取得虚假的安慰。。原谅我的虚伪。。现在我正享受那份震耳欲聋的幽静。。

许多东西。。只能静静地触礁。。静静地记得。。