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Friday, March 11, 2005



bahh. got our results.
i did okay.
or should i say, i did beyond my expectation?
mwahah. kinda happy lahh.
finally its all over.
well, there's still theory tmr.
gahh. that radio thing took up almost the whole of maths and lil bit of science.
mrs low is like not teaching us anymore till term 4.
she almost made me cry. -sniffs-
well, im kinda emotional. but gahh.
tears were in my eyes alr.
but i held them back.
why do we have to grow so attached to one teacher,
then she will be gone.
well, at least she promised she will visit us.
i remember the first day when she came.
i was like cringing when i saw her.
but now, we have all got to known her.
she's so funny and cute and gahh.
"hello, are you there?" and her silence is precious thing. hahaha!
so cutee. awww. tears are filling my eyes again. ><
sheesh. better stop.
before i cry.

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.