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Sunday, March 20, 2005


suddenly i felt a heavy burden just slammed on my shoulders.

well. seriously so stresssssssssss uuupppppppp alrdy.

if i have to give an answer. that is. i cant be that carefree as many think i. thinking about future. expenses and everything. many other million zillion things running thru my head.

I know many had told me to njoy life now. Once time's gone u cant get them back into your hands. Once youth is gone, IS GONE. never will it come back to me anymore. Maybe nxt lifetime.

if only. these two words are words of regrets. dreams so far away.

didnt i said, I dreamt about SOMETHING soooo wonderful, so dear to me yst night. It was sucha wonderful dream that i start tearing when i wake up to find out that it was only just a dream.

a dream. so wonderful. so beautiful.

Oh,cy. it WAS just a DREAM. dream on...it will never meant to be.


if only you realise, you dun usually mean the words you say if u really really. really realise. thats one of the greatest disappointments. maybe. we should think. for ourselves. what we really want. instead. instead of telling others what dun suit them.

smiling doesnt seem very easy nowadays. at the very least when im working at the u-know-where place.

nope. yst i did roadshow.Can u imagine standing for 14hrs without any sitting downs. having a lunch break and a dinner break for 30 minutes respectively? and with only restricted movements.

and given a task of promoting some kids' fun events. trying to hit that very target.

AWWW~! IT WAS A REAL-PLAIN TORTURE. getting on nasty, irritating rude cant-be-bother parents. *snugs*

Sometimes you smile to make others smile. right? jess? to cheer others up. My peeps know me the best when i dont smile and talk. They know somethings are very wrong at the moment.

I will always carry a smile with me! till ive a nickname, laughing goddess, by my obs and sec mates.


But then. to come and think of it again.i cant completely enjoy the things i do anymore.

DONT LECTURE ME ON MY ALRDY HECTIC LIFE.

i dont wan others to pretend to know everything and give me something they deem advice.


i dont have to explain to anybody for my actions. i got this clear. i know what i am doing and i believe its what i want for the sick of sweet-happy-future life.

CHOICE.

and its not against my conscience.

who knows who will be reading all these fucking damn nonsence.

but seriously.

i was damned pissed.

i can no longer judge people's intentions based on the face value of their actions anymore.


i am just accepting what i see. but i dun really care about anything anymore.

and my songs explain it all...

When you feel the dream is over
Feel the world is on your shoulders
And you lost the strength to carry on
Even though the walls may crumble
And you find you always stumble through
Remember never to surrender to the dark
Cause if you turn another page
You will see that's not the way
The story has to end

And if you need to find a way back
Feel you that you're on the wrong track
Give it time, you'll learn to fly
Tomorrow is a new day
And you will find your own way
You'll be stronger with each day that you cry
Then you'll learn to fly

In your head, so many questions
The truth is your possession
The answer lies within your heart (within your heart)
You will see the doors are open
If you only dare to hope
And you will find a way to fight
The fears that kept you down
Cause if you turn another page
You will see that抯 not the way
The story has to end

And if you need to find a way back
Feel you抮e on the wrong track
Give it time, you抣l learn to fly
Tomorrow is a new day
And you will find your own way
You抣l be stronger with each day that you cry
Then you抣l learn to fly

Looking at your situation
There抯 so much that you can do
Now抯 the time to make your stand
This is just an observation
In the end it抯 up to you
The future抯 in your hands

And if you need to find a way back
Feel you抮e on the wrong track
Give it time, you抣l learn to fly
Tomorrow is a new day
And you will find your own way
You抣l be stronger with each day that you cry
Then you抣l learn to fly

Give it time
Then you抣l learn to fly


in my world for the past few weeks and weeks. it was black and white.

i refused to accept grey cos i believed this colour didnt exist. but very soon i came to realise. the more i ingored it. the more it permeated into my skull. theory. it makes sense. think about it.

i cant explain all my actions now.

penned.


3/20/2005 11:31:00 AM