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  • Wednesday, September 01, 2004

    She will be loved

    Beauty queen of only eighteen
    She had some trouble with herself
    He was always there to help her
    She always belonged to someone else

    I drove for miles and miles
    And wound up at your door
    I've had you so many times
    but somehowI want more

    I don't mind spending everyday
    Out on your corner in the pouring rain
    Look for the girl with the broken smile
    Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
    And she will be loved
    And she will be loved
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    Lala. yup. She will. hahas. lalalala. I'm bored. And sleepy. It's almost 1. Supposed to start studying. Just finished watching Cinderella story. Hmm, quite nice. I mean, it's like every other Cinderella story. Haha. But it's sweet. No doubt bout that. Just like any fairytale, it has a very happy ending. Sweeeeet.
    I'm feel so pms-y now. So irritated and annoyed. ARGH! I dun wanna study. Stupid. I wanna sleep! I don't wanna go to school tomorrow. BleAH!` I don't wanna ever go to school. I'm sure every one else feels the same thing. But arggghhhhh! So sucky. *sigh*
    Bokok went to Eastwood to cut hair and came home looking erm..weird. She left a tail but i think she cut it off. I asked her to buy for me chocolateS and potato chips from Cold Storage. She came home with A kit kat and a big bag of DORITOS. That's not potato! THATS CORN CHIPS BOKOK! get it right! Since when did I ever like DORITOS??????? Never ever ever ever ever!!!!!!!!!!!! So bimbotic. bleahhhh.` She hates her hair. I was acting spoilt. She was angry. Made me even more irritated. BAH!
    Damn. Half a day is gone. Bleh. Only 9 hours before I go to bed. *ZZzzzzzzz* The day is too short. 24 hours is not enough. I need more time. Blah. I'm sitting here in front of the bloody computer screen complaining. But I'm not doing anything bout it. I don't wanna. I dun wanna touch the books. Blah. Im pissed off. Irritated. 'MANG ZHANG'!!!!
    Forget it if you don't know what that means. bleah. This sucks. ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!




    i made believe @ 9/01/2004 12:46:00 PM