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Why can't we say what we're thinking of?
Aug 28, 2006

sheesh. i feel so noob.

i was playing with my name tag during bio lesson today. cause i was rather bored la. then i was jabbing holes in this piece of cardboard.

so i was happily jabbing holes in that cardboard. and i accidentally pierced the surface of my finger skin through with the name tag. haha. gjgj crystal.

wah lao. so i was staring at the sight of a needle pierced through my finger skin. and then i was thinking,"eh. actually if the needle can pierce through my finger skin. that means im not very thick skin la. haha."

i can't believe i actually thought of such bullshit at that situation.

and then it started to hurt so i pulled the needle out. -.-". and the blood oozed out from the cut like nobody's business. crap. and then there was this tiny blob of red on the skin surface. and i was thinking,"haha. this looks like water tension. oh, maybe not. it's like. blood tension."

graaaah. should stop thinking of this kind of crap. hehh. currently i feel rather nonchalant towards everything. maybe the 3rd year in rg has finally caused my mind to be sapped away of emotion. cause of all the hectic schedules and lost sleep.

zombie-fied.



I miss the part,
when we were moving forward now
On our way down
But maybe someday,
I'll be something more than love
Just know I'll never tell

And when you're on your way down
Through the clouds
And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

I'm missing parts,
now that you've told me everything
On our way down
And I was blessed,
and I've forgotten how to love
You said you'd never tell

And when you're on your way down
Through the clouds
And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

Not even I will tell,

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
We say these things to know they're real.

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the one's we've loved
We speak in different voices
We speak in different voices

To know they're real. Real.
I'll never tell.

voices ;
saosin.




i don't want tomorrow to come. yet it always comes and goes. i don't want thursday to come. yet i want to breeze through it as quick as possible. sheesh. i don't want to performmmmmmmmm. i dislike being noticed or in attention. arghhhh.

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