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Friday, July 27, 2007
8:09 AM

life hasn't been good these days. my mum's been scolding me for no good reason. tomorrow, i'll leave early from the house to complete my work before training. let me tell you briefly what happened just now.

my sis wanna the ipod den ask me to charge. then the wire is outside somewhere in the house deep down. then i cannot find. then my mother ask me why in the middle of the night do these.then she keep those wires, she don't wanna tell me where, i lost my temper. c'mon. its not my fault. my sis 9 then told me, i got work to do. so now i do this lah.
why is it my fault man.why is it always me? i'm so tired already. can you just give me a short break?

school? pretty okay. nothing to talk about lately too.

Laying here; wondering,
Thinking non-stop about him.
Is he hurt?
Is he sad?
Or is he even happy?

A simple tear rolls down my cheek,
I haven't seen him in so long!
The picture of him in my head,
Is even starting to slowly fade.

Holding his picture close to me;
I close my eyes and dream.
Dreaming that he's here with me,
Holding me as I sleep.

Jolted back to reality,
I'm laying here alone.
With just a picture of my love,
Only a picture to hold.

A picture is worth a thousand words,
And this one is worth more.
It brings back a memory,
Filling my heart full of joy.

I cross my arms around me;
Close my eyes and hope.
But it's just not the same,
Compared to when he holds me.

It's been too long without him.
A week, two, or more has passed.
I just can't help the pain that hits.
As I lie here and realize once again;
That I am here without him.

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