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Thursday, December 07, 2006

梦希望没有尽头
我们走到这就好
因为我不想太快
走完这幸福
很可惜没有祝福
但爱你并不孤独
不会再让你哭

i asked myself that day, how much harder can it get? i didn't believe i could fall anymore. cos i thought to myself, when i'm at the bottom of it all, how much further can i fall? but i was wrong. that was not the end. it was just the beginning.

i feel so stuffed up with medicine now. and my head's all woozy and disfunctional. i feel as though i'm floating, my thoughts they're drifting aimlessly. and those sudden jerks that bring me back to reality are scary. i feel almost as though i'm hallucinating. the wonders/terrors of medication.

i don't think i'm up to training tonight. yet missing it may just mean i won't be able to play the kvasir's challenge at valhall. i really want to play. sigh. =( maybe i'll head down to tsh and just show my face there at least. let's see what happens.

i think i have many bubble friends. you know bubbles? they burst after awhile and can never quite stay round and cute for long? oh bother, bother.

even up till today, 99.9% of my friends wouldn't know exactly how i'm feeling. and that 0.1% are sad cases, cos they've been through what i have. how depressing.

it's time for chiong-ing. term tests in less than a week's time. i must psycho myself with the vision of NTU/NUS/SMU hostels staring back at me. hohoho. yeah..hall life, here i come! cheryl's gotta work wayyy harder than this!

i miss you, airen. you know i love you! (:

holidays soon. can't wait!

it's yet another random entry.

你说我若一个人会比较自由
我不懂你说什么
反正不会松手
我陪你走到最后

-cheryl
11:47 AM





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