This time of the night brings back many, many memories, of which the most memorable would be sleep.

Yes, sleep.
Sleep.
 

I LOVE ONLY YOU, ONLY YOU CHARMAINE HO HAN YAN.

STOP HAVING WEIRD DREAMS, STOP THINKING OTHERWISE, STOP HAVING SO MUCH DOUBTS.

I LOVE YOU X100000000000000000000000000, SILLY SILLY GIRL.

I feel alone, I feel left out.

Whenever i look at all the pictures, I realized everyone still kept in contact. It can't be helped.

That's what friends are for, I think i deserved all this.

I think I'm the only person in the world to ever receive a bike and then have it break down 63 hours later.

I swear if there's a God of motorcycles, he really must hate me alot.

Christ, save me from public transport.

After all the trainings, all the matches all the fun and sweat and pain.

Its time to let go of everything and move on.

I thought we could've gone further, even to the final and stand in the middle, looking at everyone coming to cheer for us and to play out hearts out and go back with a satisfied smile and a trophy.

But, we weren't good enough, people whom i thought i could count on failed to live up to my expectations, what's the point in the few of us trying so hard when the rest weren't.

I'm still not satisfied, i want to play more, but my time is up. The last game, i hope i get to relive all my memories throughout my 9 years.

Will amazing happens? Nah, i don't think so.

I wish.. i wish..

I wish i could go back to the secondary school days.. where fun was everywhere.. where i could count on friends.

Heh, the nostalgia.

Some things are just not meant to be.

Fading, oh so quiet.

But constant till it passed.

Grand. Just.. grand.

I LOVE YOU BABY (: 

TO CHARMAINE HO HAN YAN.

NOW, YOU SHOULD BE SATISFIED OK (:

My computer is down but my baby girl wants me to update my livejournal, so im tapping into my neighbour's wireless.

BABY, I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU OK (:

now everybody know. hehehe.
 

I really don't know what to do. I can't get to sleep.

I miss my girlfriend alot, don't be upset anymore baby. pretty pretty please?

FRUSTRATION

boiling up boiling up boiling up.

So lame, giving it up all for naught.

And never understanding.

You argue with me and eventually, all my points are moot.

Despite all, your way would forever be the only way.

What a big joke. Do what you want, ain't going to stop you.

1 more year, just passing by again soon, in like 11 hours.

what a bore. If everything is so surreal, then.. what's real?

Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we can be
Where this thing can go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it real or just another crush
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you
Are you holding back
Like the way I do
Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away
But I know this crush aint goin away

I never was a fan of posting lyrics up on my livejournal posts, but oh well, haha.

I miss you. I miss you like fucking alot.

 

I smell unfamiliar.
I think of things that shouldn't have happened.
I look back on a night that never should have took place.

The greatest emotion is not love.
It is hate.

And you turned back and just left, leaving me looking at your back.
Is this what you really decided.
How should i erase the memories, tell me.

You never failed to amaze me,
but this time, fuck you.