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Friday, December 22, 2006 ♥


yesterday i couldn't sleep again. but i did. listening to my mp3 and forgetting to switch it off until there's no battery left this morning. again.

after watching prison break. and adding ppl into friendster. didn't and couldn't do anything else so i decided to go sleep.

and i was feeling damn frustrated. damn frustrated. thinking about quite a lot of stuffs but actually wasn't a lot.

anyway.

i re-read the thing mrs ong gave us on our baccaulaureate. the one where everyone was supposed to write something about everyone else. it is quite strange to realise, esp only now, that every one person in my class is different, unique and a bit eccentric in their own ways. and i realised even more about tt when i was looking at e frenster stuff. it's like i discovered that i actually dunno much about each and every person in my class, even though i wanted to do so.

and that. i am quite a solemn hmm. rather, a serious person at times. i take every part of my life quite seriously, everything that i do seriously. maybe too serious at times. and i wonder that's gd or bad. maybe it's bad cos i was surrounded by loads of ppl who take things not seriously at all, or maybe they do but they just show a 'heck care' front. still.

you may think that you noe this person, but actually you do not. you may think that you dunno this person, but actually you do. it's like you think you dunno a person because you think you only noe one kind of him, but actually you do, cos you noe that there's more to him, diff kinds of him.

hmm. a bit confusing, but at least i noe wat i'm typing.

maybe i'm not very glad to have been in my class, or rather, have all those ppl in my class, but i am grateful. i am grateful to have known all of them, whether little or much abt them. i admit tt i have been blinded,too blinded actually, to realise there are so many other ppl ard me and never ventured out to noe each and everyone of them. but i'm grateful to have been in my class. cos from these 2 yrs, there are lessons learnt.

i treasure every single part, every single person that has walked into my life. whether it was gd or bad. i've learnt smth more abt life. and tt's wat i think is the path of growth.

i may still be naive and childish at times. but still. tt's part of me.

anyway.

yesterday night, i couldn't sleep. i cried about the regrets in my life again.
but at least i rethought about them, and learnt more things. sometimes i dun think tt ppl shld put away their past completely. instead i want to keep in mind abt everything. and i hope, never to make same mistakes again.

♥reflected @ 10:13 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
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