We used to be together
Every day together always
I really feel
I'm losing my
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real,
Well I don't want to know
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry..
It's all ending
We gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying ... are we?
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And yes, ladies and gentlemen, that was DONTSPEAK by nodoubt. My best friend's favourite song now.. for some reason. *shrugs*
SKIPPED SCHOOL TODAY! Walked around from Joo Seng back to the bus stop near the nepalese camp there. Had to pass him some homework stuff. He seemed really shy and all.. but he was talking alot, yeah. Talks too much, actually. Great. I have a friend that's SO shy he keeps quiet when he's around me, and another who talks TOO much when he's around me.. sigh. Listened to him rattle on about his trip before boarding the next bus that came by. I seriously don't know why I do what I do sometimes. Maybe cos you know that if you don't do it, no one else will.. OKAY, enough conscience talk. Gotta pack bags full of nonsense. Camp tomorrow. Urgh.
Teachers say it'll be good. Refreshing. It'll leave you in the zone for exams and stuff. You'll be driven to do well. I HOPE SO. Cos I feel like giving up already. Really. Teachers all say you gotta do this homework, that homework.. finish this TYS, that FYS..
It's all so crazy. I wish I was just like HAMMY. So fast that the whole world just stops. Sigh.. Life's such a rush.
You rush to grow up, go to school, study 1/2 your life away, work like a workaholic, earn the cash, only to spend it away and then you die.
On another whole point altogether, was talking to this guy on the phone just now.. he was doing some survey thing for MOM. MinistryOfManpower.. not my mother, stupid.
him: so could i ask you some questions on your family in the household?
me: uh huh.
him: okeh..
me: well?
him: is your mum working?
me: yeah, she's a jnr hskp.
him: okeh. brother?
me: not sure.
him: okeh.
me: *trying hard not to laugh* anything else?
him: hmmm.. when would your mother be free? need to ask her some questions on her income.
me: she's off this thursday. maybe you could give her a call then?
him: okeh. thursday.. okehh. is she off EVERY thursday or what?
me: nah. *blahblahblah* yeah.
him: okeh. I guess that will... be all... for you. yup. okeh. thank you for answering this survey. bye.
me: okeh. byeeee.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, I felt like a total bitch once I hung up, but who cares?! The guy was driving me crazy over the phone. Him and his okehs. Its literally OKEH. Not okay, or ok, or ooookay, or okie, or whaaaatever. He kept saying okeh! Hahahaha. Felt so tickled.
Okeh.
LOL. SO YES. And to jump onto another totally different note, as I boarded 80 today, I saw a Dawn-lookalike. Couldn't take a picture cuz the bus was crowded. Wanted to SMS her and ask if she was on the same bus.. but ahh. Decided otherwise. Somehow my guts could tell that the lady wasn't her..
True enough. When this "Dawn" alighted the same stop as me, I got a better look at her. AND SHE WAS SO FAT! Okay, not SO FAT cuz I'm the definition of fat.. but she was wearing those kinda levi's below the waist kinda thing.. and her fats were like bulging and her tee was stuck onto her skin.
I say she looked a lil like Dawn cuz of the hair and the specs and the face shape. BUT OH SO WRONG when I saw the bod. Really wrong. It's like a Dawn from my nightmare or something.
SERIOUS!
Okeh, okeh. Enough of Dawn and her lookalikes. LOL. I'm now off ta watch the SCARYMOVIE4 trailer. Then I'll go watch spoofs. And then I'll watch my FAVOURITE video of Nick and Melody dancing DISCO. The one where he dances like John Travolta. SO DAMN FUN TO WATCH! (: And then when mum comes home.. I'll do homework and act all angelic. LOL. Toods!
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