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Monday, July 17, 2006
I had such a great time with nuthead.=)
And not meeting up often really helps.
Otherwise we'll be sick and tired of each other.
She's such a great friend to me.
And she knows i always love her.
My monday morning start off really bad.
Shall not talk about it.
It was just bad.
O level listening after school.
IT WAS SUCH A WASTE OF MY TIME.
You know how much i feel like running out of school
and go home meet baby.
Wanna meet him so much.
Cause i really miss him.
And reported to class at 1430.
When it starts at 1500?
I fell asleep.
I was like "god.. i wanna sleep"
Got home, slept.
Ate and now im here.
Alright i should just go do my work.
:D
Baby, i dont know how can i make you feel how important you are.
I get carried away with friends.
Which make you feel unimportant.
I vent my anger as when i want to.
And you always give in, giving me a smile and hug me at the end of the day.
Every time at that point.
I know i can give you my heart and soul.
But then again, is it all true?
Will me hurt me for this very first time?
Baby, i love you.
Really.
{/8:11 PM}
count on it .