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Monday, July 19, 2010 . 10:01 PM

Well...
Today was a funny day or rather a secretive day...

We get to sit beside each other during the lesson
And we paired up with each other for discussion about some passages
Though we acted normally... yet I could still feel the awkwardness between us

After lesson, I was well...
kind of hoping for a good bonding between each other
Hoping that our friendship would turn out better and closer, like how Marcus and I get along
yet everything seems like it hadn't move at all
I was just thinking, "what was I thinking? what was I hoping for?"

Aftrnn, was art
I was drawing my sketch
Yet my thoughts were filled with things that shouldnt be there in my mind
I tried to finish my sketch as soon as possible, with no reason why I have to rush
just becos I'm afraid that he had left school?
I dont know what happen to me these few days
end up I didnt sketch my drawing properly
Felt like slapping myself, my brain, and especially my heart

it was later than 6
And I still see him in sch
it was kinda surprise for me i guess
cos he dont stay this late in sch
I always tot he alrdy left sch
Yet he appeared oppositely in front of me
Was a little sudden of course

Well..
No matter how much I deny
The ppl around me still knows
My heart was alrdy stolen by someone
I admit that.
I wonder if he ever returns it back to me
If he dont, its okay
I still can breathe on my own
Just that I wouldnt know what should I do and how should I continue moving on
But I know there will always be a solution to eveything



It's okay if it matters a lot to me
I wont cry.
And I couldnt even if I want to
My tears are alrdy immune under his command
What more can I do?
Maybe I'll be grateful to him in the end
Well... Life is MORE than just HIM
I can live on my own. Let alone him.

Her voices... Where her HEART is...
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