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Thursday, January 13, 2005

skool was pretty boring today. blame it on all the d r y subjects
i miss my PL darr cann.
after switching seats, i've landed in a remote area.
not dat maz, hairin, zahra and all those around me are strangers or something
but i just feel awkward larr
i miss all my chatterings :(
ha ha

after skool, pauu and i went over to elvis's house
played with her kitten- niel
it's soooo freaking small you can just trample on it with one foot
but it's cute!! -squeals
a pity the other one-dan dan died :((
it has got pweety eyes
haiii
hung around till 4 before the three of us went for tuition
arghs! it was stressing aiights -yanks hair
well, obviously. since it's MAAATHS
tuition ended late and my moma called to suggest this
"instead of taking a bus to the mrt station, then taking a train. why dont you just take a taxi to the station. then you wont hafta wait for the bus larr.."
WHAT DA HELL ??
might as well take taxi all the way home right??
rahh.
anywayy, elvis walked me to da bus stop
and we concluded dat cabs have something against me
actually, it's all transportation. mrts, buses and wud have you larr
haiii. i wonder why



yesterday was comical tho :)
studied at airport T1 with elvis and pauu.
and mel made em laugh so much, elvis had cramps.
thanks to dumb and silly mel -applause
there was the 'fat ass; a storage for baby' theory, my very very traumatising bear nightmare.
and the freaky 'the village' movie which i absoulutely could not recall who i watched it with
elvis and pauu swore they didnt watch it with me
but i made the both of em say it's em anyway
heh.

aiights. i need to stop typing. my depress mood is switched on. yet again. fcuk.

i'm sorry...i didn't mean to call you
but i couldn't fight it
i guess i was weak and couldn't even hide it
and so I surrender...just to hear your voice

don't know how many times i said..."i'm gonna live with out you"
and maybe someone else is standing there beside you
but there's something baby that you need to know
that deep inside me...i feel like i'm dying
i have to see you...it's all that i'm asking

vida...give me back my fantasies
the courage that i need to live
the air that i breathe
carino mio...my world becomes so empty
my day's are so cold and lonely
and each night I taste...the purest of pain.

i wish i could tell you i'm feeling better everyday
that i didn't hurt when you walked away
but to tell you the truth...i can't find my way
and deep inside me...i feel like i'm dying
i have to see you...it's all that i'm asking baby



and each night I taste...
the purest of pain.