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Monday, August 20, 2007

holding on and staying strong has never been so hard before. i'm so tired of everything in my life. okay, maybe not everything. maybe just one thing. and it's only 6 weeks left. 6 weeks and i'm gone and gone forever. thank you very much.

life is funny ain't it. the things that you used to believe in failed you all the time and when you ceased to believe anymore, the truth starts to show. no pity. no turning back. no regrets. for there is an expiry date for everything. when the time has passed, it will thus be gone for always and never see light again.

every night i'm kept awake by a different thing. it's weird. every night my dream gets weirder. yesterday night i got disturbed by a mosquito. bloody hell. made so much noise at my ear and gave me so many bites. WTH I WAS IN AN AIRCON ROOM!! why still got mosquito!!! GRRR. so angry. hope it's not dengue. i saw people fogging the area early this morning. scary shit.

yesterday was a mixture of many emotions. we lost the first time to our arch rival osb owls. i'm sad for the fact that we lost. but i'm happy for the fact that we stood together and supported each other. for the fact that we did our best. and i knew i did my best. for a coach out of respect for her. she's more than a coach. a friend.

i don't know why but last night i lay in bed feeling a kind of feeling that i'm unsure of. somehow my heart felt really heavy. and i don't know if it's because of that or the mosquitoes, that i barely slept a wink.

these days i don't even know what i'm feeling anymore. it's like i get upset and i don't even know why. why am i so weird? =(

sigh...
-cheryl
8:36 AM





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