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Friday, August 05, 2005

i'll be leaving in around 3 months time? well, to where, i dont know. but it's like almost 100% confirmed that i'll leave. i've already handed in the acceptance form. well, i have to treasure the days i have left with you all. i want to stay and yet go, yet i cant. its impossible. im just too greedy. to want the best of both worlds.

floorball's postponed to the coming thurs cos of the heavy rain and super cold weather ystd. its nice sitting at the door. windy! ((: am getting sick again. ouch. having bruises on both knees and the part of my leg where the ball hit hurts ocassionally. and suddenly.

wow. having a sort of long weekend? monday only going to set up some dumb stalls and can go home and sleep. WAHAHA. well, not forgetting i have cello tmr. hurr. at least i have steffie for company! ((: she so loves zhao's piano right? haha. but the keys are. erm. ><

good luck to everyone for tmr! :D all the best.

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.