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7 Apr 2008
9:14 pm

went to cmpb tday. was a stupid waste of my time, completely. argh.
went there, the security was so tight, lockers for camera hps that are real cute and small, scanning of bag. waited in a queue and went to take measurements. got touched by a guy who was real weird, like abit gay la. he touched my waist and said come here it's yr turn. HAHAHA. then waited for my number to be called for abt an hour. found out my medical examination was to be on another day due to some screw up in my signup for ns. then went home.

HAHAHA. stupid complete stupid complete waste of time. bt i saw cmpb once! interesting place lah. heh.

went adam road with daddy, ate nasi lemak! HAHA. ((:
there goes another satisfied customer, darren leeeeeeee.

hehheh.
shall go for my medical exam on 24th april. argh. bt at least can pon school! =P

that's all for today. (:

staring at the blank sheet of white paper,
i hear a sound go off.
i scamper over,
opening the message with utter excitement.
i read, i look, i hope,
but it's someone else, not you.

with disappointment etched across my face,
i put it down,
not bothering to reply.
but it's okay,
i tell myself.
cos i'll wait, wait, wait,
till another day,
where i hope you'll think of me again.

all i wanted was to know you cared, and for you to know how much i do for you. (:

well, when you asked me if i ever thought of my future, my actual reply was "you".

save it for a rainy day, my friend, where the mice scampers back to shelter, but where you can stand alone, and no one can see you cry. but guess what, my dear friend, God is actually crying with you. -
this is my analogy of crying in the rain. HAHA. beat that.

i feel like being a lit student for a day. HAHAHA. =P

maybe one day it'll work, and i hope it would, but it all depends on you now. i promise to try my best, but i'm weak. i admit it.