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making-sweetnessThursday, April 16, 2009

felt like shit
cried like shit
everything was like shit
thanks everyone for cheering me up
esp adam
thought we dont know each other very well, you were still so nice:)))))
zhixian also super nice
still thinking of how my class guys will start to tease me
then zhixian nvr
he cheer me up somemore
unexpectedly, it worked

started blogging
and saw this post on arefa's blog that made me cry again
im gonna quote it

although we tried our very best.
some thing we never expected.
i guess you'll say
'theres no sense crying over spilt milk'
but when the milk was
everything you have ever wanted,
when you walked/strived so hard
just to get the milk,
and then looking at it spill.
the tears are uncontrollable.
all we wanted was a silver.
THE LEAST.
what else can we do?
hmmm,
i just wish i dint have to go school tomo.
i dont want to face anyone.
i dont want the talk from mr lee,
that will probably make me sit and cry
all over again.
i just want what i want.
i just want what we want.
i want what we worked hard for.
im sorry seniors.
i guess the biggest thing that hurts me most,
is seeing you all cry.
seeing the pain you all feel.
its your last dance,
and yet we couldnt get what we aimed for.
seniors,
i love you guys to shits.
although we complain alot,
i think without the senior's shoulders to cry on,
or without you all comforting us,
everything would suck.
we tried our best right.
we really did.
we
really
really
really
did.
byee.
it was really really very touching
esp the milk part
everything was what i felt
the bolded ones exactly
yup the 'seniors' was referring to us sec 3s
it WAS our first and last
haiz...

9:56 PM Photobucket

making-sweetness