Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word;
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard.
Welcome;
eggs are tasteless;
-.-
all they do is just lay there & look pretty in Yellow,
It’s those simple things in life we never forget.
It’s those words we wish we never said.
I find it funny how people are always looking for something permanent, but no one really likes the one permanent thing we have. I'm just as guilty as everyone else.
I'd like to say that my life is absolutely perfect in every single way and that I just don't want it to end, but that's not it.
I used to think change was a good thing. Now you've got me scared to death of it.
Take away all the restless nights; do me a favor.
Promise me you'll never change. ♥
after our Choral Speaking script had been rejected, we had to like re-do everything in school again in school tomorrow,
which definately put everyone to a brainstorming session,
we had never been this blunt or blank about thrashing in ideas,
but somehow, we find ourselves going
yeah, you get the picture,
its going to be a heck of a LOOONGG day,
we Finally had a theme to begin with!
a mere discussion with our teacher, Pn Haryathy ♥its was pretty cool how open she was,how honest she was in complimenting about our previous script,she just want changes, Change is a funny thing.
We're never quite sure of what we're becoming, or why.
Then one day we look at ourselves
and wonder who we are
and how we got there. Somewhere between laughing for no reason,
stupid arguments, long talks & making
fun of each other, we knew we'd always be producing a brilliant script;
Speaking of school, SPM begins today,
which really is wake-up call to me indicating that PMR results are going to be released sooner than ever! Gees
knowing that UPSR results being released tomorrow is even worse,
but life goes on right?
Struggling with my thoughts, change the locks inside my head. Reading between the lines of what you say, and what you said. I turn the radio on to drown me out.
The oddest things hurt me. They get
stuck in my head and replay over & over.
I swear, i am the biggest over-analizer that you will ever meet.
I think so much about the little things that don't even mean
anything.
what we could have been, 8:41 PM.
