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Thursday, September 01, 2005
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown, oh
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
-gwenstefani.
My relationship with chij is like that of a BGR.
When you're in it, you take for granted the happy moments and the minute something horrible happens, you complain and wish to get out of it.
But when it ends, there is the lingering feeling of sadness as you savour the moments.
After awhile, the feeling fades, and when you go back, you don't know how to feel.
You're not sad, you're not happy. You remember, but you don't miss it.
Went back with my girls yesterday, despite the fact that we have no teachers in mind to visit.
Erictan wasn't there, probably one of his attempts to avoid our visitations or perhaps he might really be sick.
Thinking back, the only reason why i went back was to see my friends and my jrs. Not that i love them alot. my jrs i mean. my girls, no one can replace.
Ling and sonia gave us red roses that were meant for the teachers.
I never questioned why it is my favourite flowers.
Don't care if people think its unoriginal. i love it means i love it.
As girls, we like to ask if anyone lately has caught our fancy.
I want to clear something up.
I just like to LOOK at him.
It doesn't mean anything.
Looks aren't everything, idiots.
Just because i said he's good looking doesn't mean i want to throw myself in his arms.
So shut up and fuck off.
imprinted at 3:11 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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