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Une fille comme moi
Je t'aime plus que hier, moins que demain ♥
Welcome to the blog of a 17yearoldgirl, where she posts her mindless musings and ramifications.
This is extremely private;
cos this is where she dreams, sleeps and cries.
She lives. 		"We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences.
but our innocence goes awfully deep,
and our discreditable secret is that we don’t know anything at all,
and our horrid inner secret is that
we don’t care that we don’t."
it all past by so fast...
Friday, October 06, 2006, 12:18 PM
arh it's been like 1 mth since i last blogged. since there's only ONE MORE PAPER TO GO (yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!) i shall revive my blog. welllllllll i have disobeyed my own rules. after each exam...i play the com until 5pm b4 i go and revise all my stuff T_T bad sitong! die! welll i guess i really will get it if the results come out like rotten eggs. o:

*sigh* dunno how to discipline myself. cant have any expectations for myself oso. it's like everyday i just wait for it to past by without any goals for myself. n dat's reallly bad. ): i really deserve to rot in hell. ok i shall work mega hard for the science paper!



when u set up a campfire
little moths get attracted to the light
it seems so warm, so full of hope
but as it gets nearer,
the flames lick on its wings
it can only merely flap its wings desperately
and watch itself get burnt into ash.

i'm that little moth.
i didnt know till i got burnt.
so now all i'm left is a shell, a shadow of myself
i'm waiting for the haze to go away
so i can see
i'm waiting for the skies to cry
to put out the fire
i'm waiting for my wings to heal
so i can fly
once again.