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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

i think sometimes i laugh too much that i cry. yes, i laughed so hard today for no reason during maths. and during lunch was laughing loads too. HAHA. erica, i cant wait to bake our STRAWBERRY cheesecake on monday! =P RAHH.

we were like talking abt who buy what, but dont know why i found it funny too. about the condensed milk? HAHA. ok i seriously think am not alright lah. and i just sat there, looking through my autograph book from p5 and 6. AND I STARTED LAUGHING TO MYSELF. my mother was like o.O haha. cos i read something that this girl, i shant name who, wrote. she wrote that she's born on 2002! HAHA. gosh.

went for like half an hour for cca. had piano lah. HAHA. rah. and tmr's wednesday. it's a nice day. =P basketball! wooo. but i dont wanna have another headshot. HAHA.

; cant you see my state of insecurity.

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.