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Thursday, August 25, 2005

now i know why i enjoy eating lunch in school. HAHA we always end up laughing like crazy. iddie was so funny. =P rah laughing till we cried again. and during classtime today, me and steffie were like practically hitting each other and doing lame stuff. XD oh how i miss the good old days.

maths prac test tmr. for once in my life, i declare that maths is horrid. all the formulas. haha. actually, on second thoughts, maths is still better than many other subjects. HAHA.

gosh dont remind me. the stupid bus driver made me miss my stop. me and fenwee were like talking. den we pressed the bell, but he stupidly did not WANT to let us alight. hmpfh. so we were like cursing him loudly saying WHAT THE HELL. haha we had to walk all the way back. ><

; longing to see you again.

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.