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Thursday, July 24, 2003
im walking away`
they are playing where is the love! omg. lurrve that song chorus esp. okay. i dont know what to say. i just feel lost lohs. haha. (: nothing much larhs. today as i was sitting in the np room for discussion, i suddenly started thinking that many things have changed. pple and such. i know, one of those who changed was me. i know after all that post stuff but i think that somehow those pple who said that i changed, they themselves have also changed. but guess they'll never notice. not physical change but just our friendship and it really kinda saddens me lohs. yeah. a lot. things change i know. nothing stays forever. that's why i wna mantain my friendship with xiaoyan. she is so nice and yeah joining a church group with her would be so fun! yea~ dont know what to say liaos. just sad and depressed lohs cos i have never dreamt that we would end up this way. never once. guess some things are outta my control. all those i thot were my good friends also dont understand me that well and sometimes i get irritated by their actions like them talking stuff halfway or keeping secrets. that's life i know. their own privacy heh* and i wont probe. /:
wells, i know a lot of pple read my blog(thanks to the info from lynn) so i am just gna say something like this: there was this story where this girl met a guy online and she got to know him better. soon she started to like him a lot cos even thought he behaved differently in person, she wish he could be the real him when she first talked to him— kind and everything. a heart of gold. he always knew how to make her feel better and make her laugh. whenever she spoke to him, he always made her day. wells, she waited for him to ask her but he never did. it was hard to figure him out so she just waited and waited. just wishing. but guess he was never meant to be hers. soon, one year passed and they sorta started to lose contact but then she still regarded him as her good friend. cos though there was pain in the memories, memories with him were all she needed to keep her happy. maybe he didnt know how she felt but all she knew was that loving him was a painful thing but she just kept going back to the one thing that she had to walk away frm. so till now, she is still waiting. waiting for the impossible. waiting for the dream to come true..
got it frm somewhere. that's just love. lurrve hurts. sweet story huh?
[ 8:45 PM ]
Thursday, July 24, 2003
im walking away`
they are playing where is the love! omg. lurrve that song chorus esp. okay. i dont know what to say. i just feel lost lohs. haha. (: nothing much larhs. today as i was sitting in the np room for discussion, i suddenly started thinking that many things have changed. pple and such. i know, one of those who changed was me. i know after all that post stuff but i think that somehow those pple who said that i changed, they themselves have also changed. but guess they'll never notice. not physical change but just our friendship and it really kinda saddens me lohs. yeah. a lot. things change i know. nothing stays forever. that's why i wna mantain my friendship with xiaoyan. she is so nice and yeah joining a church group with her would be so fun! yea~ dont know what to say liaos. just sad and depressed lohs cos i have never dreamt that we would end up this way. never once. guess some things are outta my control. all those i thot were my good friends also dont understand me that well and sometimes i get irritated by their actions like them talking stuff halfway or keeping secrets. that's life i know. their own privacy heh* and i wont probe. /:
wells, i know a lot of pple read my blog(thanks to the info from lynn) so i am just gna say something like this: there was this story where this girl met a guy online and she got to know him better. soon she started to like him a lot cos even thought he behaved differently in person, she wish he could be the real him when she first talked to him— kind and everything. a heart of gold. he always knew how to make her feel better and make her laugh. whenever she spoke to him, he always made her day. wells, she waited for him to ask her but he never did. it was hard to figure him out so she just waited and waited. just wishing. but guess he was never meant to be hers. soon, one year passed and they sorta started to lose contact but then she still regarded him as her good friend. cos though there was pain in the memories, memories with him were all she needed to keep her happy. maybe he didnt know how she felt but all she knew was that loving him was a painful thing but she just kept going back to the one thing that she had to walk away frm. so till now, she is still waiting. waiting for the impossible. waiting for the dream to come true..
got it frm somewhere. that's just love. lurrve hurts. sweet story huh?
mich (( 8:45 PM ))
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