there's no such thing as second chances

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name: Marcus sng c.b
nick: bubble, m.s.c.b
school: none right now
birthday: 18/06/89

orange addict

Friday, May 20, 2005

the day i forgotten all e feelings we have had.

todae was nt bad.
recieved all my results alreadi.
quite okay i guess.
passed everything la!=)
bt quite disappointed though.
sigh, wad can i expect frm last min revision?
aniwaes, i was stuck outside my house la.
no one was at home and i forgot to bring my keys. lols

hah, u noe wad?
im totally over wif past feelings and memories.
i tot u didnt mean it.
bt after tinking twice.
i believe otherwise.
well, i juz love the truth.
play wif my feelings all you want.
i dun give a shit no longer.
nw i wont cry over wad has happened.
i feel so liberated.
i tot i would have to experience the fear of being so darn lonely.
bt guess wad?
im happy in e state i am right nw.
i dun nd u ani more.
although e truth hurts,
at least i could have gotten over it.
im nt wasting my time ani more.
bt i admit i have significant memories.
and i truthfully say that im nt blaming you at all.
i swear it.
its juz mayb cuz i feel cheated and all.
im totally over with it.
i juz want to know how did u come to know abt it.
nth less or more.
i guess we all dont wan others to have e wrong impressions dont we?
dont worrie. im nt tt bad
and i didnt want to "dao" u alrite.
plz dun get the wrong impressions.
i would appreciate tt.
cuz im nt tt cold hearted. =)

aniwaes, gotta go.
rawr!! got tuition and all.
wad to do? when ones got chinese O's coming up.

song of the day: swing swing, all american rejects.
-liberated frm holding on, i can confide in only a few people-

raison d'etre [I`m in love.] 5:34 PM

If you pull too hard
Then the string will break.
And if you leave the slack
Then the string won't hold.
So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
Fill the glass to the brim
And it will spill out.
And keep on sharpening the knife,
And it will, it will be so blunt.
So how can we find ourselves
Trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.
To be at one with all your life
So how can we find ourselves (So be)
Trapped in our own private hells (at one)
Where we just scream but no one can hear (with all your life)
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins (And do)
The treasure is found within (without)
The broken hearts that are soaked with fear (doing a thing)
Don't try too hard to understand
Or you'll miss the, miss the point at hand.