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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

To church of Acension for my serve thingy... its like a 1 hr ride!!
so on my way home today i thought i make use of de time instead of sleeping thru den get a headache in de end...

its drizzling so i took out my notebook and pen and wrote random stuff and somehow make it rhyme... haha its here la:

The world will never know
the pain rain and wind felt.
The distance my heart went
the cry within like shout.

Why didnt you tell me sooner
I wasted my precious time.
The wind only grew stronger
making me wanna cry.

It brought away sadness
tears that was welled up in my eyes.
My heart aches even deeper
the crack letting it shine.

Noises became healing tools
to run away from reality.
Passing different roads seems so far
It some how looks like a comedy.

Wish to go back to de darkness
when i was born in my mother's womb.
To numb those feelingsI have
I thought it was meant for you.

It has been a hour or so
I cant believe it kept going.
I past by buildings and streets
but life time that i havent finish.

And so I will stop singing
a different tune of someone.
To stop but still continue
a different ending, a ending I haven't sung!!

yups... wasnt it nice i dunno la quite random de stuff!!
haha today wad quite fun cuz de lesson was kinna interestin!! and we prepared de skit...
my role was this crazy fan chasing after a rocker!! well i am good and it haha i scream for S.H.E b4 so got experience la and they[de rest] say it was good and that it wad kinna drama but comical haha was my lines was oh my!! so.. so.. ah!!!!!!!

oh... btw de skit was for a outreach at fairfield methodist sch... yuppy!! ok i go eat le tata...


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