Tuesday, July 12, 2005
the weight of happiness.
i love today's weather.
Perfect for being a sleepy baby and lazing in bed till the cows come home,get some beauty sleep and be a pretty princess. BUT,sadly,i've got school at eight. I fought hard with self discipline before kissing goodbye to comfy bed o-gay!
one down,one more to go.
Video editing. christina love,be good and finish it and say HI to holidays. (:
back to st marg's with hazel.
we miss the school food,and we had big feast. hiakhiak!
toured around school and i miss st margs.
2 years back, I had my friends to look forward to. Secondary school was full of fun.
Ignorant bliss.
i miss,i miss,i miss.
Before going to bed every night, I wish to wake up without anything on my mind. Sometimes before I open my eyes, while I am still asleep, I can feel the presence of a memory lurk in the distance. It draws closer, speeding on a racing car.
I am growing old without realizing it. What makes me different from now than two, three years back is my official age and nothing else. Otherwise, I have lived this day over and over again for the past two, three, even four years. What is this day? A Sunday, a Monday, a Tuesday? It can be any day, but you can't really keep track of the dates because it doesn't feel as though you've gained time.
What does it mean to be happy?
i dont know.
i'm sick againAGAINagain.
i'm sick of getting sick!
baby,im back.
dingdong!
Perfect for being a sleepy baby and lazing in bed till the cows come home,get some beauty sleep and be a pretty princess. BUT,sadly,i've got school at eight. I fought hard with self discipline before kissing goodbye to comfy bed o-gay!
one down,one more to go.
Video editing. christina love,be good and finish it and say HI to holidays. (:
back to st marg's with hazel.
we miss the school food,and we had big feast. hiakhiak!
toured around school and i miss st margs.
2 years back, I had my friends to look forward to. Secondary school was full of fun.
Ignorant bliss.
i miss,i miss,i miss.
Before going to bed every night, I wish to wake up without anything on my mind. Sometimes before I open my eyes, while I am still asleep, I can feel the presence of a memory lurk in the distance. It draws closer, speeding on a racing car.
I am growing old without realizing it. What makes me different from now than two, three years back is my official age and nothing else. Otherwise, I have lived this day over and over again for the past two, three, even four years. What is this day? A Sunday, a Monday, a Tuesday? It can be any day, but you can't really keep track of the dates because it doesn't feel as though you've gained time.
What does it mean to be happy?
i dont know.
i'm sick againAGAINagain.
i'm sick of getting sick!
baby,im back.
dingdong!
10:56 PM
OUT,
OUT,
♥