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Monday, April 03, 2006 19:02

well done. the rain really made my day man. apart from soaking my already-faded tj green skirt, a big round of applause for taking my entertainment from me. hrmph. i'm ald lifeless u still wanna rain so heavily that cats and dogs are falling and hitting the ground so so hard.
not to mention, u drenched my heart too.
***
this is not some desperate housewives dialog, but i want a boyfriend.
cant believe it. finally in a mixed skul, and yet as good as girls' skul.
yes i love my skul. i'm sure.
something is obviously wrong wif me. im really scared of loneliness now. suddenly. ytday aft sending he li back i went back to parkway again, alone, in view of grocery shopping that obviously was unsuccessful. well done again.
perhaps it was becoz of the rain. or perhaps it was becoz of me wandering aimlessly inside, looking at happy couples dating. then i asked, why am i alone here? where is everybody? it was that sudden realisation of how alone i was that chilled me.

surrounded by coldness in the dark
i could not find my light
i yelled and screamed
but no one answered
i was alone, with no one there to hold my hand
and give me warmth
and to guide me along
and to love me, not for who i appeared to be
but for who i really am.

look at me u think u see who i really am?
but u nvr know me
i put on the mask u love to see
but do u realize i'm weeping inside?

my life is a stage
and im the lead
as time goes by
i could not distinguish btn myself and the one i'm acting as
how successful an actress i am!

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