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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Almost perfect,
yet never perfect.


I realised how much I miss reading. I've never really sat down and read a book properly. I remember last time how I used to spend 3 hours in the library just before my cello lessons, just sitting there, reading book after book, and not wanting to leave the library because I couldn't decide which 4 books I wanted to borrow. Now, I don't even have the time or luxury to do that. I'm so tempted to pick up a book and start reading. The passion is still there.

There are a lot of things lost in the process of growing up I suppose, but in return, you get many others. I've realised that people always don't treasure what they have and would ask for what they don't. And when they get what they wanted, they want more. Is that how we're supposed to be? Always wanting more? I have learnt to appreciate what I have, to not ask for more. I'll always be contented easily, but when I really want something, I'll work hard for it instead of asking. I'll be the girl you'll be proud of.

In the process of life, friends walk out and in of your life, but all that matters is who remains in your heart. (I've read this quote somewhere.) Haha, I miss all my St Nicks friends. Last time we would talk so much and all. Yet now, it's just a simple hi and bye. Sometimes, not even a smile. But they still all mean a lot to me. There's so much I want to tell them, there's so much I miss about them, there's so much I want to catch up with them. Yet I can't. I can't wait for O's to be over. I miss you all. ):

And you. You promised to bring me to the bookstore this coming weekend. You better do keep your promise okay? Love. Thanks for always being there. I feel that something's missing inside of me. I miss all my books, my friends. Haha, I've been thinking quite a lot, haven't I?

Just so you know.

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.