Sunday, April 29, 2007
♥If I could be your first real heartache, I would do it over again.
Maybe when the room is empty Maybe when the bottle's full Maybe when the door gets broke down love can break in Maybe when I'm done with thinking Maybe you can think me whole Maybe when I'm done with endings this can begin This can beginSchool is dumb, period.
Why should we even have the
stupid ask and learn thing, a total waste of time!
Cannot even submit, waste my time doing ):
And the even dumber thing to do, is to create a Chinese blog, and what for?
Holiday homework, and it would be included in CA.
Holy GooseBy the end of June, 4 own-written essays must be up to achieve your marks.
Airport again yesterday! (:
Boyfriend, Atiqah and Fira went.
Couldn't really concentrate, hell-loads of people went there, no longer the quiet place ):
And we're the
...
Muggers of the Airport!
Cool huh?
Credits to Atiqah!
Just did some notes and so, no more mood already.
Ended up staring into space ):
Result of
Short attention span.
Again, lots of gay
Banglahs, and saw 2
Bayis.
Guess what, Atiqah's gonna get married to a
Bayi, and she'd play this game with her children.
Won't it be fun? (:
And we'd pinch her whenever we visit her.
;DTmall-ed with
Boyfriend, pathetic
sushis for dinner ):
Gastric in the middle of the night.
Serve me right for not listening to him ):
Headache today, poor me again.
Bought a bag, identical to Atiqah's.
Very summarised, I'm tired.
If you could be my punk rock princess I would be your garage band king You could tell me why you just dont fit in And how you're going to be somethingBoyfriend, I miss you so.
Sorry I can't be of much help when you're down and stressed.
I can only look from aside and tell you to loosen up, and I'd always be here.
The fact is, I really wish to relieve your stress and cheer you up, however I'm useless.
Everything I do, it makes things worse.
Makes you feels even more pressurized.
Maybe I shouldn't even be here.
Boyfriend, it's alright you can't accompany me tomorrow after school.
I don't blame you.
In fact I blame myself for not letting you finish your work.
I love you, you know I really do.
I'm sorry.
Maybe when your hair gets darker Maybe when your eyes get wide Maybe when the walls are smaller there will be more space Maybe when im not so tired Maybe you can step inside Maybe when I look for things that I cant replace I cant replace If I could be your first real heartache I would do it over again If you could be my punk rock princess I would be your heroin I never thought you'd last I never dreamed you would You watched your life go past You wonder if you shouldYou know You only burn my bridgesYou know You just can't let it sink in You could be my heroin
Happy Birthday in advance, Cheryl T. <3
Yours Sincerely,
10:05 PM
