Saturday, April 07, 2007 nah, i was quite lazy & busy, buried with assignments lately. mid-year's up & written dwn on my planner. so, it's study study study? Not forgetting what we've promised each other that day, when we convincingly realised how little time we were left with before our o levels approach. the three of us believed so much that we're able to rise up & show them that we can be better than what we are now. esp to those who mocks us. those who said we can never do it. coz we're art students or rather students that never look like they can study. someday, you'll knw...
after a long long day, i'm really tired...we,took some videos today =P. i'll upload it asap,since i'm super apathetic at the moment. i'll blog bout today another day alright.
so yeah, i dnt knw, really really, dnt knw how & why we can be hard on people that we love. why, the more he hurts you, the more you love him. i wished that someday... they'll realise how much we've done, how much we've tried to let them know that they're the ones we so love. the ones that we'll sacrifice for them. i pray that they'll know how much they've hurt us in the process.
Every so often, i stop everything that i'm doing & think... what i've done wrong or, what i didn't do...to ever let you have the chance to walk away from me. i imagined myself in a scene so ugly, trying to pull your shirt to get you back, to look at me, to talk to me. this scene has always been on my mind...coz all this while i was trying to pull your shirt to get you back, to look at me, to talk to me every time you turned your back on me. so hideous.
often, we try too hard to make the one we love see through our intentions. we can try so hard that we make them leave, make them hurt us...& make us hurt them. everyone of us, surely, wants to say sorry to those whom we've hurt; those that we love so much. But, we never seem to make it coz, we're too hard, we think that saying sorry is the silliest thing, there, we jsut kept quiet, leaving those that we've hurt feeling bad. when they try talking to us, we never want to hear... why? coz we're too ashamed to admit our mistakes, the mistakes they talk bout makes us frustrated.
those hard feelings; consistenly i pray that u'll realise everything.
-nics-
YAs reality is crashing to the floor.
I love starbucks with bestfriends.
i love my family, bestfriends, friends & i love my boyfriend.
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I'm a mean bitch, whore, cunt whatever you want to call me if you make my blood boil.
I wouldn't acknowledge you on the streets if you did something to insult my friends & i. Infact, i'll probably hate you for life for what you did. Yes, very much HATE.