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Thursday, June 22, 2006

do you have a map?
cos i think i'm too lost in you.

i've been going for study sessions in school from 730 till 630 on tues and wed, cos we were not supposed to train. and finally there was training today. in my beloved k1. i feel so good, finally rowing again. i've found myself again. xD training makes me tired, but i'm happy. it's that weird satisfication in your heart that you get after training, and all the tiredness is worthwhile. i fell asleep while watching tv, waiting to use the computer to type my chinese essay. and i woke up at 11, only to find myself outisde in the living room. haha i've been falling asleep on the couch many times this week. for example, ystd, i fell asleep and woke up only at 4am. and then i went back to my room to sleep for 1 and a half hours more. haha am i spastic or what. training tmr morning again. beloved. <3

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.