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Wednesday, September 22, 2004


Oh gosh~ yesterday was dad's bdae. I totally forgotton abt it. DAMN!

I'm sry dad. I din make it up for you. Yet i was having guitar lsn till 8.15pm. Gt hm at ard 9++... and tts quite late to celebrate bdae... well, i will make up for tt soon...

I felt real guilty...

I'm glad i met u...
Ohh...Mdm koh is such a good lecturer...she is those up-to-date lecturer who updates herself on movies,games...

I think she watches n plays more than her student...i realli admire her. Becoz nt all lectuerers are like her...or rather rare. When she talks abt those games...i was like !@#$%^&@#&& coz i din play games ma..SY had finally found her admirer...hehezzHAHhX!!!

I guess i'm getting better...the days of coldness n silent is getting better...YAY!!! i pray tt he doesnt noe...So wat if he noes? aiyah...i will juz heck

No. i'm nt being cruel or evil.

It's juz the fact i gota accept.

The fact tts becoming too much of a real one.

I dreamt abt something weird yesterdae. So am i getting enuff slp? but y am i getting tired so easily? was it too much thinking?

I feel so tired, i catch your falls everytime, i caught so many ppl's falls, but i look around me and wonder nobody is there to catch mine.

Where's my safety net?
I want one too. Relationships? BAH! It's a failing market, ain't worth investing in. It's a ship tt will sink....

Perhaps till i gets better.

I was given love ONCE. But i din noe how to treasure tt nice guy till i broke. I noe he is a v.nice guy...n can u belief it, ppl were 'blaming' on me when we broke. haiz...i guess tts part and parcel of relationships bah. but i failed...

But tts the past...well, the meomories will stay...the wonderful times we had will stay on...
It seems like i dun trust relationships tt much anymore...maybe i will juz fancy now.It's juz like an investment where you will go bankrupt...all lost.

Netball leaves me too much meomories...be it good or bad. But still i wun give up this sport...coz it bring me thru alot of ups and downs moments...and made me a stronger person...
those happy moments where u realli realli wana hold someone special close to your heart...where u realli realli wana tell him how much u care for him...
those sad moments where u realli wana give up all things..where you felt that the world is cuming to an end...reali lost...devastated...frustrated...

...I have seen myself changed over each obstacle i had been thru and i thank you.

From a emotional-less gal to a emotional ger.

From a gal full of hopes and dreamz to a hopeless gal...

From a uncaring gal to a caring gal...

From a blunt gal to a sweet gal..(oopz, hahahx)

Get me out that menacing feeling...Its real torture...Its real horrible...

*Ps: im lazy to change the color of words tt i used to...Sry!


penned.


9/22/2004 09:24:00 AM