Gone, like history it's gone

Gone, like history it's gone

Was late for the bag decor for 1 hour, but thankfully didn't seem to miss much and started to make myself useful. The bag stinks of UHU glue and glitter. And when I mean it stinks, it stinks. And I have to find a way to salvage it. It's in a mess. But I pretty much look forward to the Thailand trip-- It's with the team!

Had a quiet trip to Parkway with Cherie, and a quiet lunch, and a quiet walk to the library. Then met Melissa, and guess who we met in the Children's section? The 2 band people, Eric and Kaikeng again. There was once we were at Parkway's food court having dinner on the last day of school, 3 of us. And then we saw them. And today, again. Oh my God, it must be fate. Hahahaha, maybe they think we're stalkers. Which we are NOT. Ook, but anyway had a huge accomplishment doing group study (Serene came later on). Yes, we pored over Chem books, Math worksheets and all. It was condusive! Wonder if we're still able to go Sentosa.

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I read the words you type, and every word seems vile to me, seems cunning, seems to be hiding something you secretly mean to portray to the world. You've changed. And I don't like it one bit. I harbour this crazy desire to stab you over and over again, to hear you screaming in pain, writhing in agony. I have this insane urge to win you, to beat you in everything, because you seem to like doing this. I want to trip you, to watch you fall. You have become the mirror of your own selfish thoughts. I want to inflict pain on you to deflect the hatred in my heart. I want to hear your cries to soothe the savage beast yearning for blood. I want to see you like a loser. And then, after that, I want to run away from this madhouse, to another planet where there's no one else I can see, and thus freeze the emotions I once had.

I don't mind, I don't care we've drifted away. I just wished you could see yourself then and now, and see how horrible this has all become. It's irksome, and yet heartbreaking.

(Eeh, I think that was evil me typing, and evil me seems to be very evil. Please do not take heart what I said. I won't go kill someone, really.)

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Jason Mraz's songs brings the word music to another level.

(Yes, his music soothed the savage beast)