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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

entries about chat links



had enough
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'cause I just can't say goodbye
Saturday, 3 October 2009 // 11:30

I remember the better days
Way before this mess we made

-David Archuleta, Let Me Go

Joyce's tag on her own blog made me realize: I have really less female singers on my favourites list.

Simple Plan, Secondhand Serenade, David A/JMac, Daughtry, AAR, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus(yay, please scream at me now).

that's everyone I can think of that I actually listen quite a bit to.

and out of 8, only 2 are girls and they're at the bottom.

anyway, it's freaking 4 days to PSLE and my parents are gonna bring my overseas. wtf.

'cause apparently my dear aunt is sick and that matters so much more than my PSLE. can't we visit her after?! gosh, more proof that my parents honestly don't care about my future.

and I watched When A Stranger Calls last night to freak myself out. I have no idea why.

I think I'm a wuss, reviews rated it badly with one of the reasons being "it just wasn't scary" but I was kinda creeped out.

ah well, at least it wasn't that bad that I got a nightmare.

well, actually I did, just that it was completely not related.

I don't know how/why, but I dreamt that PSLE became something like The Amazing Race or a treasure hunt?

and I epic failed it.

maybe that's a sign telling me that even if PSLE became something as wacky as that, I'd still fail.

gahhh. and now I needa go cos my horrible parents are gonna bring me out now.