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Monday, August 20, 2007


make a memory


so i decided to update again. this time, im gonna go into my daily school life( i've no idea where this inspiration came though). just like any other mondays, i reached school early, like 8 when sch starts at 910. as usual econs lesson = talking cock lesson. the usual 4 of us sat at the back and we literally spoke nothing about econs but our usual topic. ms ang nvr fails to aim the four of us and repeatly asking us to shut up, oh i mean SHUT UP!.. yea, and she would repeat sth like 'if i cant finish the notes, you are left on your own' followed by that stare, that watery stare as though any moment shes gonna cry again.
jy and i talked about some common topic almost every lesson. that arsehole took a huge sneeze into my face today, my face now needs facial.. and the disturbing of here and there reminds me of secondary school days.
then skip to math lesson, ian was telling me his god like knowledge on the black hole, universe galaxies and all that stuff. i thought it was crap and all, but he somewhat almost, almost convinced me into believing all the bragging. well, that whole two periods were spent like this.

went to visit my grandpa at the hospital after school today.
well, wasnt that close to him though but the moment i saw him resting on the bed, motionless but only the sound of his rigid panting, i felt.... okay i dont know how to describe. some sort of misery and stuff, its disheartening to see him at that condition. sigh, he couldnt talk nor do anything..
its not nice to be kept at suspense by time, knowing that something of yours is gonna be returning to the Owner..
for the second time in my life, i realise and i am going through the saying of, why didnt you treasure something when everything was around, only when everything starts to disappoint you, thats the only time you blamed yourself taking the past for granted.
so yea, soon i guess..

till the next time;
Turn it up, I never wanna go home
I only wanna be part of your breakdown
She got caught by the four on the floor
It picked her up and she'll never get let down
I'll be there when your heart stops beating
I'll be there when your last breath's taken away
In the dark, When there's no-one listening

When Your Heart Stops Beatin

no strings attached;
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