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Thursday, December 14, 2006 ♥


last night. cldn't really go into slp. ended up listening to my mp3 until i fell asleep which was damn annoying cos when i woke up this morning the mp3 is still on. ie. the bat lost one bar. ie. the mp3 continued playing songs while i was sleeping. which was crap.

so this morning i woke up listening to my parents and bro leaving the house, realising that i didn't turn off my phone and the mp3 player. so my eyes were open. i stared into the ceiling, thinking whether i shld get up or go back to sleep, and if i get up, what i shld do.

so in the end i got up. and the thing is immediately when i woke up and started moving. i felt DAMN sad. damn sad.

damn sad.

ok. so. why is life full of regrets?
and y do i noe it and yet still can't do anything about it. it's like watching smth i like so much passing me by just like tt and disappear. not once. but twice. passing me just like tt. when it seemed like so close. yet. so far. so far. it depends on the thing itself isn't it.
and even tho there might be still a chance now. but it's as if i can see it. forsee that it wld be the same. i wld feel damn sad again. and no matter how much i try to be brave and act that nothing happened, i wld cry. i wld cry again for all the regrets in my life. and maybe the same thing will keep happening. over and over again. so everytime i cry i wld think of all the past, every single regret i had. and i bet tmr the scene wld happen.again.

tt jus sux rite? rite.

anyway.

let's talk abt this wk. on monday me and my sis went to sentosa for my class outing. not exactly class cos only 3 girls turned up and some guys. organized by andrew and jithra.
walked ard in vivo first and then went to sentosa siloso beach. damn bad i couldn't get into the water cos i was looking so forward to do so cos last yr i didn't. too bad lors.
and damn shit i didn't bring my camera along to zap photos. later, we played some sports and ultimate frisbee against another group of ppl there who were super 'excited' in the game.
me and sis left earlier.. so yup. didn't get to see the sun set. hmm. received my gigantic xmas prez from andrew..
and my sis keep yaking at my ear and made me feel super guilty. but luckily i got back my temporal super happy feeling yesterday night when i discovered stuffs.

on tuesday..hmm nothing much happened. watched i robot on rented vcd.

yesterday morning busy searching the net for jobs..and then rushed to meet sabbie and aaron at clementi. and then went to andrew's house. had the same feeling with sabbie at first. tt it felt kinda wierd. she said cos it's like suddenly getting to see the person in real life kinda thing. well.... not exactly the same as me.
but it got on quite ok ba. too bad andrew's going into ns tomorrow.

damn bad.

Incubus- Drive
Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I cant help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and
steer
It's driven me before it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive, oh oh
It's driven me before, it seems to be the way
That everyone else get around
Lately, I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself, my light is found
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there
Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there, I'll be there

hopefully every tmr is gd.
and i finally realised when i knew of this song. i heard it only once. long time ago. once. on the radio 987fm. once. and it stuck into my head but hidden.
i damn like the song. i realised.

anyway. later i have dental appointment.

♥reflected @ 11:01 AM


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I sit and cry thinking of all the regrets
How life seems to be always unfair.
I move on putting any dreams away
Hoping that I'll find them come some rainy day.
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