i just felt like blogging. i'm gg out lata. and i'll probably be limping. ugh. bdaes!!! 3 pple having their bdaes nx wk. i counted. 11 pple bdaes' are in may. excluding mine. BAH BAH BAH. i'm terribly broke )): gg flea mkt 2mr with agnes. doubly broke. broke. broke.
aye. do you ever get the feeling that you're really stupid sometimes? you do things you REPEATEDLY reminded yourself not to and the moment you do it you go like "what is WRONG WITH ME?!" really, stupidity has no limit.it's like.. infinity and beyond ya know? the worst part is it isnt the first time.you do it again and again and again and again.. and then you come to a point where you cant really be bothered. like now.as if making the same mistakes arent bad enough you procrastinate.you freak yourself out. but you procrastinate. it's like a vicious cycle.freakout. procrastinate. freakout again. procrastinate. freak out somemore. procrastinate. what you thought was rock bottom isnt rock bottom cause when you crashed, you realise beneath the what-you-thought-was-rock-bottom had another bottomless pit beneath it. and you fall and fall and fall, first you try to fight by scraping the sides. then you decide, might as let go completely. and you do. i'm a 笨蛋，lio can u dun be another 笨蛋？ that's the best i can do and i aint wanna hurt u further and further and more... bcos i know how much it feels just to be stuck in dis same predicament ever again. i dun want you to get hurt. we'll be just fine. remaining status quo. that's my final decision. i'm sry... you knew it all along..cmon. it's a point where u noe it's not possible simply bcos we are too close and we know each other inside out? i know u know it. i'm freaked out enough by what there has just past.. i dun wish to freak out again... if not, i'd probably lose my slightest strength..to stand up.. please.. will you let me gain my strength?
having said that. i've made up my mind to cherish everyone. i dun wish for anyone to get hurt bcos of me.. i'd rather i get hurt...not you pple.. here's a story to share.. it's about frenship..
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling."Really?" she heard whispers. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."
Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him."Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.""I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her purse and showed her frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times, " Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. i'd rather get hurt than losing anyone of you out dere. you guys are really special and important. my gift from above. pig, that includes you. i mean it, from the bottom of my heart ((: i'm sry for being harsh. hope we'll still be great friends. it's a frenship i cherish and dun wanna lose..even after so much.
to everyone out dere...remember to listen to this song! 记得爱。((: cos after so much...i'd still remember to love..everyone of you out dere...
..:. je serai toujours autour de toi et tu ne pleuras jamais ..::
.Singer.
jiahui
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24/06 DaCliQue
.Wishlist.
*a sweet-looking musical box =D
*an engraved ring xD
.She Listens.
When You're Gone- Avril Lavigne
What Hurts The Most- Rascal Flatts
Lips Of An Angel- Hinder
Be Without You- Mary J. Blige
Inconsolable- BSB
Over you- Chris Daughtry
One More Moment- Ronin
Why Don't You Kiss Her- Jesse McCartney
Here Without You- 3 Doors Down
That's When I Love You- Aslyn
Awake- Secondhand Serenade
It's Not Over- Secondhand Serenade
Only One- Yellowcard
