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Thursday, October 27, 2005

it's pouring so heavily,
it's as though the town's flooding.
the lightning strikes again and again.


this morning i woke up in fright.
bad dreams again.
then it struck me real hard.
i missed the times you were there..
to give me assuring hugs,
and tell me it was all ok.


i decided to stay in today.
didnt have the mood to go out.
so i kept myself busy with movies.
watched a total of four.
finally caught the russell peters video.
hahas. hella comical. good laugh.
den i watched goal! and a walk to remember.
slipped into depression.
and i cried a couple of times.
couldn't help it.
den i watched mr deeds. x)
what a day huhh?
isk asked me out but i refused.
was too lazy to get out of the house.


i sorta got answers i wanted.
yupps. and surprisingly,
i was hurt. but not as much as i thought.
like i've mentioned...
i left part of me back there.
but i'm doing just fine.
i shall not harbour hope.
because it probably has died.
predict not the future.
only god knows...
and i do miss you.


i've quite a clouded mind.
i've gotta get out tomorrow.
blargghs.


i'm convincing dale..
not to have trainings on sat.
i'm lazy. hahahas.
i don't mind training on sun.
and he's making me race for mmr.
i so don't wanna humiliate myself.
hella gonna make a fool outta myself.
haven't been training and stuff.
but it doesnt seem like i have a choice.
i probably will hafta race.
trying to pull off a weekday training.
blargghs.
dale you nehnehpok!


i'm hustled in thought.
i'm kinda afraid of what the future brings.
i've suddenly taken a step back.
thought bout things and only fear lingers.
it's quite scary really.
but i guess i've gotta be brave.
independence was my forte.
i shall live up to my rep.


though i'm still rather puzzled.
how a person can move on so quickly.
that change of heart.
the things people do to hurt.
how people's tastes change,
together with their character and personality,
till they become unrecognisable.
nis, i totally understand now.
how you felt back then.
i realise the exact same thing's repeating itself.
UNFORTUNATELY.


may god show the way.
the right way.

ps: i'm filled with disgust for those who cannot speak english properly. you're sucha disgrace to those who speak the language. pffft. SO ANNOYING. (in that bimbo accent)

i'm confused.
where are you?


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