Vehicle

I feel embarrassed by my previous post. Coz I sound like a desperate thing.

Anyway, HSY, you vehicle!!! Hahaha, mentioning you here was not an empty threat. And you better tell your friend in the troupe!!!

A one-seater car

I let my mind run wild when I have so many things to do but can't be bothered to start on any.

Down and out. I let go. No reason. I just did.

He called me. I was sitting right beside him. And he called me twice. I wasn't in the best of moods. And he cared. No one else noticed. But he did.

To the one who called- Thank you. You have given me decent memories. I am sorry I made you cry. :(

To the one who doesn't know- It really depends. I am just so afraid you will be so high up that I can't and will never reach you. (This has been proven on 6 April)

I could just hook up with any random stalker. Just kidding. I don't see the need to. And their pick-up lines suck. Example: I saw you from a distance and I just had to come and say hi. HAHAHA. What a ghastly joke.

Let it be

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.

Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

Just so you know (but you don't)

And I dont know how to be fine
When I'm not
Cause I don't know
How to make the feelings stop

Just so you know
This feeling's taking control of me
And I can't help it
I wont sit around
I can't let them win now
Thought you should know
I've tried my best to let go of you
But I don't want to
I just gotta say it all before I go
Just so you know

HEHE. But you don't. And I didn't say anything. Here I am, sounding like a desperate freak again.

Barca

Even though we just lost to Valencia 3-2, I felt like as if we had won the match. They were bloody defending in numbers. There was like 10 people defending at one time. Valencia is an extremely gross team.

Ignored

I can't stand being ignored. Whether it's on MSN or wherever. If you can't talk, say it. Don't leave the conversation hanging in mid air. I try my best to talk even when I am busy. It seems like nobody else can do the same for me. Yea, it's my responsibility to listen to what you have to say but not yours. Sorry, I don't have the obligation to do that. It's bloody irritating when I don't get any response after like half an hour. That pisses me off like crazy. I think I should do the same back. So, if you get that response from me, or rather the lack of response, just shut up.

Miss you

It took so long for me to realise that I like you. I used to think I hate you. And I think the hatred was mutual. Everyone could sense it. Though there was no rational reason for us to hate each other. We don't even know each other personally for goodness sake.

Now that you are far away, I miss you like crazy.

I sound like a desperate freak.

Not a big deal

And yes, I am ok. I will make it through, in pieces or in one piece.

Disillusioned

Yup, there is no need to tell her. Just tell us. Coz she gets the information first hand from you? And yes, I am still bitter about losing out on the S-A-bloody-G-E post.

I am tired.
Tired of everything.
Tired of the pretences that I have to put on.
Tired of the fact that I can't seem to excel no matter how hard I try.
Tired of having to spend time getting into your good books.
Tired of not acting like a slut like her.
Tired of being normal.
Tired of not having a hidden agenda.
Tired of not being a hypocrite.
Tired of the way the world spins.

I am no attention seeker but once I become invisible, it gets to me. Gets to me hard.

I think I need to do some soul searching to find out whether I am responsible for my own demise.

Recently, I have been wanting to cry. But the tears, they don't fall out. I am not sure whether I am holding them in, or that they have run dry. Or maybe, crying over something like results and the pain I am enduring to make it through just makes me more despisable. Yea, I cannot cry. I should cry over death, not torture.