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Friday, December 16, 2005

i've been wondering, what has santa got to do with christmas. what has santa got to do with Jesus' birth? and reindeers? ah, don't mind my rantings. i'm just being brainless and trying to kill my brain cells so they wouldn't think about the school holidays ending. i don't know if it's a good thing or bad thing, but a part of me can't wait for school to start. (: i love the

i can't wait to go to school, yet i won't see the same friends whom i used to laugh and joke with, the same friends whom i used to greet with a smile every morning, the same friends who used to cry with me when i was sad. i know steffie will miss my stupidity and lameness as her tablemate. and we used to laugh so loudly together in class everyone would turn and stare. i don't know why these memories are suddenly flooding back to me. don't read on if you don't want to. i'm just typing from my heart. way you look
i always knew that st nicholas is a heartwarming place to be in. i always knew that st nicholas is my second home. now it's like... i'm leaving home, leaving my sisters. i'm leaving this place with many happy memories. one faith, two faith. my happiest times are those that i spent with you all. i'm serious. i might not talk to you much, and i may be unfriendly at times, but deep down inside, everyone has an equal place in my heart. st nicholas has given me a lot of happy memories, and taught me a lot. thank you to all, who has once been and will always be, a part of my life. into my eyes.

; i want to try, yet i can't lie.

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.