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life; links!; memories


Beyond me



Thursday, October 30, 2008
haiz.
today's trg is okay?!
it wasnt as bad as yesterday's.
yesterday the trg superrrr tiring n that damn bloody scorching hot sun was there):
today dont have(:
n it was less tiring.
YAY.
hahaha.
n i got scolded less today((:
yesterday's trg.
i couldnt take it.
seriously.
there was one point i totally felt like vomiting.
so everytime my group finish,
i will turn around , my back facing the rest n coach.
then i will close my eyes?!
i know.
it makes no sense-_-"
but the main point is,
it kind of made me felt better anyways(:
i was on the verge of collasping,
but i pushed on.
(:
i m glad i didnt give up anyways(:
my thumb is swollen.
n i dont care.
my parents think theres something wrong with my feet.
they think i might not be able to continue sports.
HAHAHA.
i took a long bus ride all the way to bedok interchange with colette today,
followed by taking mrt straight back home.
when i could take a ard 8 min bus ride frm knc straight back home??
whoa.
THANKS COLETTE(:

clinging on to this tiny little hope even though deep in my heart i know its nearly impossible,
yet not allowing myself to give up,
its torturous...

-

wth.
i m telling u this k:
that stupid idiotic shitty asshole bastard doesnt deserve someone as wonderful as you.
at least u seen through that idiot.
so that u dont have to waste any more of ur time, effort n all on that idiot.
so i hope you will get over it soon.
it isnt worth being miserable n all over that bastard k.
just concentrate on ur studies n all now,
succeed in life n make that bastard regret.
dont 4get all of us are cheering you on.

i know letting go is painful, but it takes time.
since _____ is giving u all the encouragement now,
i guess there isnt a need for me to do so!!!
hee.
but the same thing,
u can always call or sms me,
be it for a listening ear or that u badly need someone beside you at that moment.
(:
although u said u might not be talking to me till next year,
but u never know,
cause u might not even be talking to me for the rest of ur life
the moment u find out what the secret is.
watever.

just jiayou n stay strong(:
and it takes time.

i worry for you and lost sleep,
when all the same things are going to end up this way...

note to iknowwho:
if u want to complain/report abt vulgarism,
and get me into trouble,
go ahead.
u know why?
cause i no longer care.
-

i m feeling so miserable.
n i no longer care about anything.
cause things are going to end soon.
everything.
i m going to make them end.
yes, i am.