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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

this is boring. wells, my parents has NOT banned me from playing computer, but i made a.. sort of commitment to not play computer. so, therefore this is most likely one of my few blog posts. how boring is life? wells for me i shall be studying real hard! :( i know.. i cant really do well, but i will try my best to at least pass my maths and at least get a B? for science.. haha. wells. love the picture. really abstract! and i just simply LOVE collages! wells, theres an ENVIRONMENTALIST on the loose! isnt it weird..? it started off on Clara's blog. that person kept insisting clara use CFC free products and protect the environment!? lol. how weird. wonder who it is? i think its trina.. liz and FM says too. HEY! fei min's blog also has environmentalist's tag. how weird. this is really WEIRD! what if that person strikes at MY BLOG! IMAGINE THAT! wells, STTOOOPPIIDD zoey go say : TIMES UP! since we're in school to stay back extra for fun{or to learn chinese spelling} she only allow me to play for awhile.. MY LAST POST LEH! :( SO BAD. better to sign off later she scold me. or worse still, BEAT ME! AHH! or later she read what i blog about her. haha! lame lame! haha.
wells. i have a poem, about friendship. and did i mention that i keep on reading chicken soup for the teenage's soul 2? its great! but i think i'll starting to be soft. i read it and i CRIED! cant believe it. i cried when i read Teen Ink and chicken soup for the teenage's soul 2. its stories are really heartbreaking! its quite nice actually.
The poem. {there are NO spaces.}

I`ve been writing and erasingTrying to find what I want to sayIt has to be just perfectIn each and every way.Hopefully I can write it this timeYou don`t know how many times I`ve triedIt just never comes out the way I wantAnd everytime it didn`t, I cried.I`m writing this on the same paperThat I have so many times beforeI`m sorry that you can`t really read itAnd I`m sorry that it`s tore.It`s just that it has to be this paperI feel something when I start to writeMaybe I can get the words out this timeBut I know I`m not through crying tonight.I`m sorry that this paper may be wetBut just know that they`re tears for youI know it will be soaked in waterBy the time that I get through.If you knew just what you meant to meYou know, I don`t even knowI just know that it`s alot moreThan I could ever show.That`s not what I wanted to say at allI wanted to say so much moreBut the words don`t come out on paperAnd they never have before.I wish there was some way I could tell youIf only the words would come to meBut if I keep going on at this rateThis paper is useless, all it`ll ever be.I think about what I want to sayBut when I actually sit down to writeIt`s like my thoughts are gone andSomeone suddenly turns off my light.It`s like I`m writing in the darkThis pen is just writing awayBut it`s not saying the slightest bitThat I have always wanted to say.I guess some things can`t be put into wordsLike this that I`ve been trying to sayBut I will give you this paper this timeSo I won`t be tempted to write again some day.

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