Y .Friday, March 10, 2006.
i think i am going to cry for the thrid time today.
first time is i watching dead poet society.
darn it.
it was a very good quailty movie for the pass.
livin a live that does not belong to you hurts.
passion was left in the cold.
dreams were shattered apart.
then when they understand,
they regret.
second time.
is on the us.
there is an uncle.
he is talking to himself.
some ppl may think he is sick or siao.
but
it hurts me.
really hurts me.
his words do not make sense but hurt me in my heart.
wounds were reopened.
the pain hurt.
the whines heard.
the past can't return.
papa used to speak to himself. not himself something he see.
becos he started to suffer from brain cancer.
radiotherapy always do that to him.
i knew wad he wants.
he desire the past
he yearns the times
but yet he cant turn back them.
where he could have found out his last stage cancer
earlier.
so he would see me and jian hong
graduate.
[why is there a indian picture?]
[go pick up passenger!]
[wendy! (chatchatchat}]
everything still seems fresh in my head.
[tholong tholong lahs. let me go down...]
it hurts me.
deep.
when he hurts.
but i know he is well
somewhere
i'm fine with my live now.
but. all of them had full families.
their fathers drive them round.
but i could only take their fathers car.
im not sad.
im not sad.
i always tell myself.
i just cant help being jealous.
and sad when they do not appreciate how lucky they are.
maybe they think they know.
i don't know them.
all i want is to be a filial child to my mum.
from my eyes were tears
from my heart were fears.
nothing was to be forgotten
but the forgiven
was still in sin.
forgive my sins.
my words.
my action.
my thinking.
i just break kick scream.
for i can't withstand the devil in me.
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maybe our cosplay documetary won something,
dunno wad.
pls let it be at least bronze!
damn. give me a break----
5:33 PM
