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Monday, February 26, 2007

if you're not the one then
why does my soul feel glad today?
if you're not the one then
why does my hand fit yours this way?
if you're not mine then
why does your heart return my call?
if you're not mine would i have
the strength to stand at all?

it must feel damn lousy, falling ill like that. =( dear santa, will you grant me an early wish this year, pretty please? cos you granted me my christmas wish last year, so now, i am willing to forfeit all the other wishes. *wishes silently* thank you dear santa, please work your magic. i hope it helps! =D

hurhur. sounding like a 3-year-old kid all over again. but then again, we're in this world where anything goes right? so no harm trying anything that may or may not work. =P

i'm not gonna lament and start ranting about having exams in less than 10 hours time and all that crap cos i don't wanna think about it for now. so let's think of happier things like ktv after exams. oh i'm gonna help my mum paint her room and downstairs too. i should be quite good at it since i painted my own room and the interiors and exteriors of a school in cambodia last year. a sudden nostalgia.

it's amazing how time flies. how time changes everything. how people change. how things change. how situations change. how some things are lost forever and will never be found again. how some things are found and never to be lost ever again. i sometimes have random thoughts of stopping time. stopping the world. and pointing at the people and things i don't wanna stop and make them move. live in a world where everything has stopped with only the people i want. how unreal, but people dream, don't they. and those are the things i think about sometimes.

sometimes i don't trust my abilities. i forget my strengths and i dwell in my weaknesses. sometimes i feel inferior, like i'm the worst being to exist and everyone else is better. sometimes. just sometimes.

i hate breakouts. i hate it when i'm so slack with the things that i eat. knowingly eating something i know would cause a huge reaction. something i know i'd regret. but i'm not strong enough to stop myself. i hate this part of me. so irritating. but we're not perfect right? sigh. those breakouts are making me feel ugly. =(

doesn't make things any better now that i can feel the slight hints of menstrual cramps. double sighs. everything must happen simultaneously. why why why. period. such a chore. and it makes breakouts worse. triple sighs. i sound depressed now, i should quit it.

arghs. dear santa, can i make another wish? *wishes silently* just one more okay, thank you dear santa, i'll be a good girl this year. (:

baby you're all these arms wanna hold...
-cheryl
12:20 AM





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