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Monday, October 13, 2008

Your heart will bleed,
When your tears runs dry.


DUno why, i'm posting for a 2nd time. Feel weird bah. I think the crazy thing abt me is that i'm crazy. Like, i'm always a runner-up. A substitute. Never was i something real now? But now, times have changed. I have changed. I'm gonna be wat i am. My energy from inside are coming out. Somehow, i must win. This time round. Not runnner-ups. Or even be a sub. Wat shall i say?

I sound so wrong. Hmmmm. Its bleeding. Cant help it. Actually, can. LOL -.- I such a fool. U have to agree. No choice. i force u to derr. -.- =) Everyone, muz smile more. Or i slap you. =) Wat do i have to do? Was it even meant to be? I believe. Nth should be forced rite?


This is kinda dumb. I'm having a bad feeling. But it aint matter =) All of you does. Thats all. I'm not gonna care about what hasnt happen. Its wats gonna happen that is caused by me. Its juz. Some random retard's relevation. Or something. Kinda dont really matter?

I juz remembered, i passed compo =) The story. Will continue. Till, the day it should end.

No wait. I cant believe it. If i cant get A*Math, i'm so gonna die.




I can't believe the way
Your love has got a hold on me
Each morning I wake to find You near
You lift me above my fears
And set my feet on solid ground
All of my days belong to You

And I breathe in Your breath of life that fills my heart
You are my all consuming fire

I stand here before You
In wide opened wonder
Amazed at the glory of You
The power of heaven
Revealing Your purpose in me
As I'm reaching for You"

Blogged @ 6:03 AM
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