<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/9677001?origin\x3dhttp://andtherainfalls.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Thursday, July 28, 2005

are we psychic or wad? haha. when me and meat stepped into the hall for assembly, apparently we said the same thing. spastically. "I CAN FLY!" ok that was what the powerpoint slides said. and we practically said that out loud lah. so malu. >< the sec ones were staring HAHA. i bet they found us sec twos childish.

im slacking. always slacking. i'd rather stare at the tv when its not even switched on. i'd rather sit by the piano and staring at the black and white keys. not doing anything. at all. i haven't been pratising my cello. and havent been going for sectionals. oh gosh. sorry.

to think that now, i still joined the interclass floorball comp. well, with me as goalie, be assured you'll never miss a goal. HAHA. am lousy lah. >< rahh. joined for the fun of it! ((:

and there's still lit test tmr. im still slacking here! i think i might not hold on any longer. i think i have to let go. let go of all the stress in me. just let me go bang on my piano and i'll be alright soon. yeah you know, that's me.

my heart still bleeds for you.




tag/links

and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.