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Sunday, November 4, 2007

AHHHHHHH.
sometimes, no matter how hard i try.
i just cant help it.
i had had enough.
DAMN
some ppl just cant grow up.
get real, there is no such thing on earth.
______.
GIVE ME A BREAK CAN.
roll eyes*

that night was ok la.
we gt abit high=x
more to come?
have yet to recieve the pics.
had unofficial meeting yesterdae, HAHA.
did nth really.
BUT, cant complain, unofficial meeting.

i am jealous of my friends.
freaking pissed with myself.
if only i had been adamant about my life last time.
DAMN.
i have only got myself to blame la.
_____.
i CANNOT complain, i arent complaining.
just clearing the shit in my mind.
BUT, i dun feel any better.

the loud music, somehow soothes.

stop playing the game,
i am sick of it.
just as i am about to turn and go,
you appeared.
DAMN, why cant i just block you.
block you out of my life,
i dun wan to see you ever again.
NO, wait.
i dun think my heart can take.
dear heart, please tell me what to do.
i cant stand my helplessness.



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