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Monday, September 22, 2008

& don't say what you don't mean
cause one day i might take them to heart.

ok, since i've only got 5 mins, i shall do a quick update before my mum chases me off the com.
finally got down to doing something i should have done a long time ago ytd.
feel a little sad, cause i see the way the cards were signed, with words like "love you always", "love, me" etc and i know that they're not true.
really happy cause i'm proud of myself
i guess there just comes a time when you will automatically store everything away.
sure, they'll have that tiny special place maybe at the corner of your heart,
but you know that they'll never bother you again., that's all the matters ;D

got down to doing some chem papers and i realised that there're SO many concepts i've forgotten!
bad bad bad news man. gotta buck up le, EOY are sooo round the corner.
training tomorrow, really glad for that, at least i'll be able to sweat it out.
though i won't be as good as the others, but still *shrugs*
my mum keeps commenting that i'm becoming darker, as if i'm a burnt piece of toast (?!?!?!)

dang, i miss you. as in that sense and not that sense.
haha, don't think most people will understand what i'm saying.
oh well, as long as the person concerned knows. which i don't think so actually.

i look at you and try to see the good times we had.
but i can't.
cause all i can see is how you've lied to me.