Wednesday, August 04, 2004

haixx.. i feel like cryin.. i'm so tired.. jus really wish that time could stop f0r awhile and let me catch s0me rest bef0re chArgin t0wards the future.. t0day straight after scho0l fr0m 5pm to 9pm i hav ballet.. I'm like so dead tired rite n0w? reach h0me ar0und 10++pm c0s my dad has t0 bring my out f0r dinner, g0 back to his fact0ry [ in wo0dlands ] t0 settle s0me stuff.. me?? i really dun care tmr hav wat hmwk le.. i'm g0in to slp. thAt's finAl.. i think neEd t0 hAnd in the writing tAsk lEh.. hAixXx.. i g0 xplAin to mrs sAnkar myself bAhx.. everyday i rush here and there jus t0 fufil others wishes.. i jus wish i c0uld slp.. i wAn my slp!! give me my slp!!! others out there hAvin a greAt time celebratin the nAti0n's bdAy.. i'll be like hAvin bAllet? [ fri - bAllet, sAt - bAllet, m0n - bAllet, tues - bAllet, fri bAllet... & the circle g0es on & on & on ]

in scho0l like so siAn? hAhax.. i dunn0 leh.. i g0t a feelin pf4 w0n't last very l0ng le... jus the 0ther day when chAr asked whether wAnna g0 watch ' The Village ' i was like ' ok ' then i t0ld her to cAll m0re ppl.. i scAred mAh.. hAhahA.. thEn i sAy.. ' cAll zhEn? ' she was like.. ' zhEn g0 i dun wAnna go lE ' hAix.. i dun understAnd chAr.. wat's up with her? whenever we like s0 called nv tell her things.. she'll be like ' y0u all always nv tell me things de.. u kn0w i feel very left out mAh?? ' then n0w she like this.. mAn.. she chAnge damn fast... hAix dunn0 la.. n0wadays in scho0l.. i'm always al0ne? i think tt each & every one of us in L6 will get left out in one way or an0ther.. n0w is my turn bAhx.. zhEn was like " Sam, if u really think u're n0t in L6 le.. mAybe by then it will reAlly hAppen " mayb bAhx.. i mean.. whAt can i sAy? i g0t so much things on my mind le.. bAllet, fAmily pr0bs, scho0lw0rk, netbAll... n0w every time u still wAn me to chAse after them.. lo0k f0r them..? i'm really tired lE l0h.. feel like dr0ppin d0wn dead this instAnce.. tt's y the 0ther dAy we [ zhEn, ahmA, lydiA ] were jus j0kin ar0und when we were g0in to PS they were like.. " u wAn life or deAth? " i sAy i'd rAther die.. mAyb it's a stupid ans. yes i knw. mAyb when i really die, i'll be regrettin thAt m0ment.. c0s i w0uld hav l0st it all... my frens, fAmilies.. everythin.. but tt's my only wish n0w.. so i can be peaceful & hAppy...

hAix.. tmr hAvin netbAll agAin.. i must w0rk d0uble times hArder thAn every0ne.. i feel so bAd f0r missing so mAny less0ns.. ok tmr i'll c0me h0me deAd agAin.. wAteva.. btw, t0day i wasn't mo0dy.. i was just feelin left out. dun keep askin me why i'm mo0dy or h0w's bAllet~! if n0t i'm fArkin g0nna kill u.. whEn i recuperate & hav my strength bAck.. hAhx.. nitE all~

blastin' Ashlee Simpson's - Pieces of me

On a Monday, I am waiting
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday, I can't sleep
Then the phone rings,I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cuz you've come to rescue me
Fall... With you, I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath,
I hope it lasts

Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you've known me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

I am moody, messy
I get restless, and it's senseless
How you never seem to care
Fall... Sometimes I fall so fast
Well, I hit that bottom
Crash, you're all I have

Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you known me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

How do you know everything I'm about to say?
Am I that obvious?
And if it's written on my face...
I hope it never goes away... yeah

On a Monday, I am waiting
And by Tuesday, I am fading into your arms...
So I can breathe
Ohhhhh
It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Ohhhhh
It's as if you've know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
Ohhhhh
I love how you can tell
Ohhhhh
I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me...

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