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Thursday, May 18, 2006

it's been so long since i've felt this free. free from misery, but then my misery starts again tmr. getting back results is the worst. and i actually missed training today because presentation ended late and mr eng had to speak to us. and i say the silliest thing to mr eng.

mr eng: you all have to wear DECENT ONE PIECE swimsuits.
gero: then those people with two piece swimsuits, they not must choose which piece they want to wear lo?
mr eng: geraldine, do you want to stay back with me and we shall discuss about one piece vs two piece? -smirks-
gero: nononono. -grins-

so me and bee decided that we had no time to go mac and train. oh well, tomorrow. i'll train hard, i promise. there's nothing else in this world that i love more than canoeing.
i can't wait for holidays to come. but holidays = more canoeing = more passion = lesser time = more tired. i want to go out. i want to watch movies. i want to shop. i want to go out with st nicks people. especially with rachel tay & steph & erica. i want to watch concerts like we used to. then we'll make noise and get scolded by the usher and we'll laugh even more at silly things. i always have fun with you all. i miss you all. <3with my heart.

i realise i keep reminiscing the old days. what's wrong with me. oh well, sometimes i just feel like sitting by a desert place at night, watching the stars. just you and me.

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.