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Thursday, August 11, 2005

we won and lost. well, we won justice 1-0. but truth two won too, so we cant get into the next round. oh wells, we had fun together and im contented enough. ((: rahh. and the ball was like mostly at our goal there. :D

my worst nightmare has came true. i failed lit. by one mark. >< i got 9 lah. haha. rahh and i started sulking and i drank my 500ml of water down in one gulp. attempted suicide by drowning but failed lah. HAHA. obviously. -.-

the first thing i ask my mom whenever i come back from sch is
-mum, is there any letter for me?
and she'll be like. NO LAH NO LAH. haha. >< guess im too worried eh. bahs my grades are like all dropping. maybe i should listen to my dear master and buy super glue to glue pieces of my life back. >< RAHH.

; life rocks. its just me that sucks.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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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.