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ooh-la-la.
i hasten to laugh at everything
for fear of being obliged to weep
laughters and tears are both reponses
to fustration and exhaustion
laughter gives us distance
it allows us to step back from an event
deal with it and then move on
but i too believe those who don't know
how to weep with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
one of the worse feelings in the entire world is knowing that you arent good enough,
what's even worse is knowing at the same time that you'll never be.
Friday, June 10, 2005
sitting @ atrium, alone, waiting for grace and denise.
realised tt i spent most of de time alone this sem.
sadded. i miss my sisters.
was an hour late for pmkg tutorials today.
hehs. overslept @ home. boarded my bus @ 8am.
*note : my lesson starts @ 8am.*
was supposed to be less than 1/2 an hour late.
but, hehs, overslept on bus too. wahaha.
when i woke up, de bus door jus closed @ my stop.
hehs, din wan to embarrass myself, so i stayed on de bus.
thank god its a loop bus.
brought me back to my destination still. wahaha.
was freaking an hour late.
but my tutor is so nice tt he marked me as present.
w/o marking me as late! woahoo!! wahaha.
had arnd 20mins of tutorials?!
den mr. lee wanted us to discuss our proj.
but no one did. class ended after i sitted for less than 45mins.
woah, Energy's arriving, in like an hour time?!
hmmm, gonne to miss all their events again. =(
was supposed to go for their said LAST AUTOGRAPH SESSION @ Harbourfront.
but there's TAS activity later on.
wanted to gif it a miss initially, but i needed a miracle badly.
so, gotta make some sacrifice den.
cant have a cake and eat it?! haix.
oh well, lalalal. im bored.
i miss my sports camp days.
i miss my Hydrus. i miss everyone from sportscamp.
i miss him. him. him.
mm hmmm, i wanna linger dear
mm hmmm, a little longer here
mm hmmm, a little longer here wid you
mm hmmm, i've forgotten de rest of de lyrics. =p
nice song, a pity it wasnt sang on campfire.
guess i would have shed tears den. wahaha.
IM GODDAMN FREAKING BORED!!!
oh ya, i noe wat could i do now. ;p
be back again.
*i wont be alone. || 10:32 AM
she is she, nobody but SHE.
maybelyn.
18 november.
and...
she belongs to nowhere.
she loves...
she wishes for...
she doesnt know, either.
understand;
maybelyn;
speak;
mingle;
reminisce;
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