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♡ a layer of caramel on a light cheesecake.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009, 2:53 PM
I've tried to get you off my mind,
I've tried to play my part.
But everytime I close my eyes,
You're still inside my heart.

Why does it rain,
Here in my heart,
Everyday that we're apart?

I try to look the other way,
And keep my heart on hold.
But everytime I'm close to you,
I lose my self-control.

I don't know what to comment on Choir today-anymore. All I got to sum up is, we almost get pulled out from SYF. That was huge. Really. Till the extend that practice was only for 45minutes, and the other quarters were self reflection.
Afterwards, walk to Admiralty with Joelyn as usual and ordered an iceblended drink.(Bytheway, I sprained my ankle on the way down to the stairs and it still hurts now. Owuh.) We keep on bypassing each bus that surpasses us, and everytime it does, Joelyn will ask me,'This bus?' But most of the time, I replied the next one, ended up, more than 10bus that arrives before us, before we actually board a bus to interchange. We said our goodbyes, and I head back home.
Awh, end of my day.
Wash up, then had lunch with Dad. I did a little schoolwork and continue plurking..

Now, then I realised, how being a single child was bad to a lonely life. Really missing Selena. I've been praying all night, that phone would rung and the school administrator would have want mum and reported that Selena was homesick. I really miss her. Without her, I have no one to bicker with. The house seems so serene, but creepily silent. I miss her old naggings about me overly cared about my schoolwork and pay less and no attention to her. Missed how she would come my room and make a mess out of my wardrobe, searching for a perfect outfit to fit her day-mood. Now, everything seems to settle down. But its quite a good exercise for me, to be independent.
Anyway, its only a 3-day-night camp and she'll be back latest by tomorrow.

Okay, I'm logging off. Da, blov-vers.
They are so Kawaii.

P.P.S.(are these the feelings of liking someone? if the other person doesn't realize that you like them, then what? do i tell him? forget it la. i'm not thinking about him, right? what am i doing exactlllyyy? even if i like him, so what?)
P.P.P.S. OOMA, perhaps you are the world's most scariest terrorist. In a short time, you have taken huge steps across the distance and into my heart.- adapt from 鬥牛, 要不要.