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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Nothing seems to be the way
That it used to
Everything seems shallow
God give me truth in me
And tell me somebody is watching over me
And all I'm praying is that
Someday I will understand

my holidays are boring. i don't know what to say to people on msn. gah. i just feel like sleeping tmr away, but that's too wasted, cos i only have tmr free. i love canoeing, as a sport, i love the people in canoeing, but somehow i don't know what makes me stay in njcanoeing for so long. it must be the passion i have, the fire in me.

sometimes it's better

for us
to remain this way.

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.