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  • Thursday, April 28, 2005

    Stuck in my head:
    Have you ever felt a breeze
    hit your heart. Like the wind
    was blowing it apart. Had you
    spinning like a merry-go-round.
    Indications of a storm touching
    ground. I wish that I could weather any
    storm. But I guess it was a heartbreak
    from the norm. It was a day I will
    always remember. The saddest day
    in sweet November.
    .::Lately, Samantha Mumba::.

    This song's really long already. Heard it in some shop in Heeren. Used to love this song man.


    hahahs. okay, i am about to say smth gross. i suggest guys shouldnt read this. HAHA.

    Girls, how often do you see the first drop of your period? hahahahaha.
    that's why i said i feel lucky.

    HAHAHA.

    Okays, that's completely like gross lah okay. hahaha. I'm bored. Fran, ys, wen hui and zy came over last night to help bokok celebrate her birthday. hahas.Yawn. Slept at like 4am. Hmms, quite sometime since I slept that late. My cramps were killing me man. Then, all of a sudden I had an urge to write a poem. haha. Was too bored, and was reading poems at www.dreamersreality.com . This is what I came up with.

    True love will never be

    Time and again she finds herself overwhelmed with thoughts of lonliness.
    Nobody there for her to hold,
    nobody there for her to snuggle up to,
    nobody there to brush strands of her plum brown hair off her face.

    Over and over, she dreams of a non-existent special someone.
    The stolen kisses and the comforting hugs,
    the slow dances they'll have under the sparkly diamond sky,
    will let her know she's not alone.

    Imagination running wild,
    a subtle smile slowly appears.
    She then gets snapped back into reality in no time,
    and the smile that rarely shows disappears.

    In the cold, empty room,
    she envisages life filled with love and laughter once again.
    As the first teardrop rolls down her scarred cheek,
    she is reminded by the burning sensation of how true love will never be.


    Hmms, I didn't know how to end it properly. I wish I could write like my sisters man. Their English so damn powderful sia. Hahas. Especially Sam's. I have limited vocab. I need to read more!! hahahas. I started out the poem never expecting the ending to be like that. So sad ah the girl. I have no idea where that came from also. lols. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed the poem. ciaos~




    i made believe @ 4/28/2005 02:44:00 PM