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"wad will he do when he finds out..? she wonders yet again.. friends tell her that she will know what to say when the time comes.. but.. when is the time.? when will she ever be able or ready to do it.? she just doesn't know..

she still cries herself to sleep every night.. when she's all alone and she knows noone will be able to see her tears.. esp him..

she wonders how she'll ever be able to live life again after all this is over.. how she'll ever learn to love again.. to love like this again.."


stir (: - 7:04 PM.


Tuesday, September 14, 2004

drained.. i'm so totally drained.. and its only the first day of prelims!!

think cj's crazy.. put two heavy papers on the same day.. so tiring.. went home and i couldn't sleep properly even though i'm tired coz my brain was in overdrive..

oh well..shall go mug for physics now..


stir (: - 8:26 PM.


Friday, September 10, 2004

study study study!!!


stir (: - 8:58 PM.


*how she wish she can disappear from his life..
to be gone forever..
to be forever erased from his memory..
but she cant..
everywhere he goes is juz a reminder of the wonderful and happy times spent with her..
everything he sees will make her tink of her..
why?why?why muz reality be so cruel to him?
what has he done wrong?
is it wrong to love?
he loves her with his whole heart..
he thot she did too..
not until she pushed him away like an infectious disease..
never wanting to be near him again..
always so cold and heartless to him..
wat did he do wrong?
he's left clueless..
but the answer will never be found..*


yupz..got tt from steph's blog.. but changed some of the words..hope u don't mind my dear gal.. think u know why i changed the words too.. niters..=)


stir (: - 1:34 AM.


Thursday, September 09, 2004

I cut my hair!! hahas.. my head feels sooo light now.. i'm a happy gal for now.. =)


stir (: - 12:54 AM.


Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Had pizza hut for lunch today.. ate with my bro.. just the two of us.. haha.. think this is gonna be one of the last times i'm gonna eat lunch alone with my brother before he leaves..

Oh.. i gotta tell u all this.. think my brother's really funny.. he came to my room this morning with a plastic bag full of toiletries and ask me how to pack into his luggage bag.. haha.. and he had that super lost look on his face.. and i got a shock that he asked me such a qn..

Supposed to be playing badminton now with nic and jerald.. but all the courts at the cc are FULL!! not fair..



stir (: - 7:37 PM.


"He seems to know. To want to draw further away. And it hurts her to see the distanced look on his face.

Things are different now. She can feel it. He seem to be doing things more out of a habit. and it makes her want to cry all over again.

On the outside, she tries to be the same happy-go-lucky girl that she was. But in the comforts of her room each night, she breaks down. Unable to bear it anymore. She vervently craves for respite. "


stir (: - 7:09 PM.


Sunday, September 05, 2004

"in my heart there is a door. and through this door appears a room.

on each sky blue wall is a window. each window has a different view. mostly of far away lands and pretty flowers. of secret gardens and lovely beaches. in this room, music plays and all troubles go away.

it is my little room of you. it is where i find my peace amongst all my woes ... i leave the door open, in hopes that i can stay forever. but i know i cant. for you are not mine. you are only borrowed.

yet in my heart will always be this room."

got this from jo's friend's blog.. hope she doesn't mind.. think its really really meaningful..



stir (: - 5:46 PM.


"And with tears flowing down her cheeks, she cried out,'Why does it have to be this way? Why does God want to take away the one thing MOST precions to her?'She doesn't understand why it has to be this way..

And it hurts her to have to hurt him,to have to turn his life upside-down, inside-out, to have to see him hate her with all that he's got, to know that he has no clue about it now, that she has to keep it from him, unable to share cos its too painful, too painful to even think about it in the depths of her soul.

It hurts even more knowing that she still loves him.

What is she to do?"

Your unfailing love.
Your unfailing love.
Your unfailing love
Over me again



stir (: - 5:14 PM.


Friday, September 03, 2004

sigh.. my phone's spoilt! i can't switch it on!! its like.. only if someone calls or msg me than i can use it.. i've been calling myself the whole afternoon so tt i can use my phone.. its so irritating.. and the worst thing is i can't find the instruction manual..

anw.. studied out today.. finished 1 physics paper.. haha.. don't normally finish 1 paper at a go.. so proud of myself..(",) haha.. and tt's like the only good thing tt came out of today..

oh... and my mum cooked today! tt's like so rare.. haha.. she made tandoori chicken.. yummylicious!!


stir (: - 11:33 PM.


Thursday, September 02, 2004

hahas..jus finished my gp paper and i'm doing up a blog..muz study!!


stir (: - 7:10 PM.