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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Thursday, January 13, 2011

-ILYSM & IMY)':

13. Changed my mind, I do not know how to start a Malay post. Morning was great though I have to admit that today's lesson were draggy. I kept yawning and found myself asleep for some of the lessons. Skipped coaching for photograpy in the ITr. After all that were done, went for practice. I am happy to say that the results for the dance has improved. Sadly, my day does not end with a happy ending. It gets worst and I do not know if I could ever stand it anymore. You're just another typical big fat J E R K. You and your head. You and your emotions. You and your mind. I don't find there's any point to it anymore. You can't see my point of view and it fucking hurt big time. I'm torn, my heart sank, tears flowing down without any pauses. There's no 'I' in a TEAM. After all the droplets that has dried up, the only responds I could give you is a long sigh. A sad sigh it is. Maybe this is the sign for us to actually realised if this is worth of fighting for. This is supposed to be a memorably year for us and I will not stop having faith for it. No one can ever change that. Every special day was supposed to be spent with joy but the starting of it... I do not know what kind of adjectives should I use to describe for it. fuck this shitt.


Happy 40th;


Till when will this keep repeating? I can't hold on to it any longer. I'm tired of this playbacks.