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There’ll be a rainbow after a rain,
I’ll meet happiness once again after the pain.

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Trini's.
121095.
CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls' School (Primary & Secondary)
P1P, P2W, P3P, P4P, P5C, P6C
S1C, S2P, S3L, S4L
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Catholic Junior College
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GUZHENG ENSEMBLE

What is the difference between loving and liking?


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you pulled me back
caught me and left me hanging
in your pocket
you're my worst salvation, baby.
oh i wish i was not the one to walk away
to live life your way.


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Sunday, May 2, 2010

why does she always put me into such deep thoughts//

love isn't selfless.

you cant be selfless.
its impossible.
the line drawn in between selflessness and selfishness is... blurred.
or perhaps, it never did exist.
a selfless act, may seem selfish in another person's eyes.

i feel so hurt, when i read her entries.
for one, i really wonder when my english, will improve.
with such limited vocabularies, and little reading, i guess. it never will.
just when i thought that i could perhaps be someone good at chinese, then it dawned on me that i'm failing my chinese too. I just knew it. I knew it, i knew that my math wasnt going to be good. I felt as if, i was being trapped in a bubble. A dream. Where i claimed my A1s for both E and A math, for both Biology and Chemistry. And now the bubble had burst, i had awakened from this horrible nightmare. yes, horrible. It's terrifying to live in such a dream, where everything are such obvious lies. I'm failing, again. The motivation to put you as my target, to win you, both academically and well, appearance. That motivation is gone. Because i'd always known that it was an impossible task. With all these fats stored in undesirable areas such as hips, arms and thighs. and with my brain probably clogged up with fats too. I was lying to myself, when i said that it might work out if i really work hard. no, it wont. I'm telling you straight in your face trini low, it. will. not. work. no. matter. how. hard. you. work. it wont. yeah, it wont. i got into the habit of puking accidentally, and i kicked it. i managed to eat again without puking it all out with the thought: "it better be out of my system. gosh." but hey. it's back again. i dont know why, i dont know when. how? i dont know how. i have no intentions of stopping it. in fact, my weight had been going down since then. so perhaps, why not. ah, i know you people must be thinking that i'm screwed. no wait, people don't even care. why should they, its not their body. its not them, its me. sigh. maybe...i'm just like one of them too. donning on a mask everyday. smiling to everyone i like. giving the dao face to people i dont like. acting like this girl that dont give a fucking dame about people that dont like her. but well its true that i dont care. why should i care? its giving them a chance to laugh and mock at me. just when, did i get so screwed?

on a lighter note.
happy birthday ziting and amanda!
i love you two lots.
and i mean it!

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