tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54195692011-04-22T04:50:27.309+08:00`blind.love.louienoreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1063104152572774762003-09-09T18:42:00.000+08:002003-09-09T18:44:39.123+08:00i have MOVED!here.louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1063032239842182962003-09-08T22:43:00.000+08:002003-09-08T22:49:41.460+08:00`determination
dying away. looking at the pile of work i have before me. not knowing where or how to start. the grit of determination i seem to lack happens to be placed elsewhere. overlooked and overtaken by the easy temptation of simple joys. do i blame it all on not studying? no. i did study. i blame it all on the fact that i didn't started studying eariler. we got our exam timetables for louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062942730352234182003-09-07T21:52:00.000+08:002003-09-07T21:54:42.663+08:00`i'm a bastard
something's seriously wrong with me. not only am i confused, i screw things up. and i really mean screw. i fuck all things up. i can even make the best situations turn bad. how? because i'm so fucked up. i'm really sorry to all the people i've hurt. one way in another. i know a simple sorry won't do the trick but at least i'm trying right? i'm sorry. somehow, i wish i wasn't born louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062917337212152302003-09-07T14:48:00.000+08:002003-09-07T14:48:57.193+08:00LEMME ADD SOME COLOUR INTO UR LIFE! hello!! :)) heh. hmmms cheerup alrites! thanks for letting me steal ur thingy. mwa
--natlouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062913981507455592003-09-07T13:53:00.000+08:002003-09-07T20:38:35.773+08:00`lost in a world of you and me
confusion fill my soul as i don't know what's happening to you and me. maybe it's just me. i don't know. i'm hallucinating. thinking of you all the time. i can't get you out of my mind. please find a cure for me? please?louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062653124379304402003-09-04T13:25:00.000+08:002003-09-04T13:25:24.363+08:00`doomed
like my life is not screwed up enough.
ppr's coming out and i'm going to be majorly screwed.
putting out a sign for anyone who knows a good excuse for losing your ppr.
i'm in great need of destroying it before i see the upsetting results i produced.
so many adults are all upset in my results. but it's not like i didn't try, i did. maybe just not that much.
time to end the complains.
louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062651886325799352003-09-04T13:04:00.000+08:002003-09-04T13:17:13.773+08:00`beautiful
A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I saw your pretty face. A thousand lights had made me colder and I do not think I can look at this the same. But all the miles had separate. They disappeared now when I am dreaming of your face. The miles just keep rolling as the people either way to say hello. I hear this life is overrated but I hope it gets better as we go. louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062424792048897932003-09-01T21:59:00.000+08:002003-09-01T22:01:30.456+08:00`the irony of it all
didn't know what some people thought of me till today. didn't expect it especially coming from them but that's life. and the most ironical thing? i thought i was their friend.
i'm too naive.louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062424399191088872003-09-01T21:53:00.000+08:002003-09-01T21:53:19.083+08:00`if you love somebody, you should set them free
if you love somebody, you should set them free. much easier said then done. tell me, if you love someone, would you be willing to see them hold someone elses hand instead of yours? can you bear the pain to see them so close to some other person instead of you? can you accept the fact that the person has truly no feelings for you and you on the otherlouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062423326829302242003-09-01T21:35:00.000+08:002003-09-01T21:35:26.796+08:00`life's unjust
tell me what you think of me.
tell me do i seem that happy.
tell me am i in a dream.
tell me that i'm not falling within.
tell me that life doesn't seem so cruel.
tell me that i'm just imagining things.
tell me that people don't talk behind my back.
tell me that i am loved in fact.
tell me that i'm not that friendless.
tell me that these feelings for you aren't true.
tell louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062246282275481072003-08-30T20:24:00.000+08:002003-08-30T20:24:42.280+08:00`i'm crying for you to notice me
the little girl woke up in bed. she didn't want to get up, she just wanted to stay. to stay in the comforts, the solace of her own room. to mourn of her own self-pity, depression and anger. she wanted to stay away from the world, to be kept in silence from the on-going suffering. she wanted to stay away from all the hurt and rejection she has to face daily. she louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1062047314052246122003-08-28T13:08:00.000+08:002003-08-28T13:25:05.430+08:00`i'm missing out in your life
i'm tired.
real tired.
not just of fatigue, but i'm tired of living in my damned screwed up life. everything's screwed though it may seem that it's perfectly fine. but it's not. and i know it. cause i'm living in it.
tired of living.louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1061816801499153592003-08-25T21:06:00.000+08:002003-08-25T21:06:57.540+08:00everyone sign my guestbook NOWlouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1061648032591535142003-08-23T22:13:00.000+08:002003-08-23T22:13:52.633+08:00`amireayn went out
information on what happened on friday [breakdown on events]:
- wasted $14 on taxi fare.
- forced to stay out of the hostel in tiffany's house cause i didn't have permission to go out till so late although my parents let cause my stupid tutor wasn't in to grant me permission.
- i was also forced against my will to go attend charlotte's birthday celebration cause i might get louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1061528526015212042003-08-22T13:02:00.000+08:002003-08-22T13:32:15.130+08:00`long time no see
severely bored. in the computer lab now. haven't gone online since who knowswhen. just check out my last entry and you'll know how long i have missed the internet. sighs. phoon, lee, clare and tiff threatened to kick me out and "jue jiao" me when i said i could not go for charlotte's birthday at the fullerton hotel for chocolate buffet. lucky mum let. now is the problem of louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1061460650128925172003-08-21T18:10:00.000+08:002003-08-21T18:10:50.176+08:00i dnt like your entries.its all so sad and depressing :\ you cheer up okay? why always so sad one? life isnt tht bad la.at least mine's worse? always in trouble with the bloody school. sorry yea didnt really mean to leave you alone today.this is revenge for that time you were absent from school and left me alone! and this time is only half of it cos its only half day. hahahh my cousin varissara louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1060685410777409102003-08-12T18:50:00.000+08:002003-08-12T18:50:24.246+08:00`alone
Sitting there,
Staring into the nothingness inside of me.
Waiting for time to pass me by.
But for now in the darkness I confide.
As I look back at the occasions,
That were cheerful and worthwhile,
But now it has turned into a nightmare,
One that I no longer can bear.
When you were by my side,
I stood on top of the world,
Looking down on how fine life can be.
It didn't occur to me,
That onelouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1060685145619959032003-08-12T18:45:00.000+08:002003-08-12T18:45:45.516+08:00`time ain't waiting for no one
i don't get her. she's like those kind of flip-side cards. you know, one maybe showing and angel, the other a devil? basically, the extremes. one moment she can be really sweet. the next moment, i'm non-existent, not there. maybe it's just me. maybe it's not. but the vibe i'm getting from her has clashing signals. i hate it when she just takes it as if i'm not therelouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-106068462371303912003-08-12T18:37:00.000+08:002003-08-12T18:37:03.640+08:00`art outing
shhh. i'm not supposed to be online. oh wells. but anyways, going to make this quick. got art outing today. had fun. went to the what? art museum rights? yeahs. and we basically saw all the aep art works. and to karina's joy, she was so happy that we are going to do etching next year. the look of joy on her face was laughable. someone didn't wear shorts underneath her uniform today. louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1060596124321807792003-08-11T18:02:00.000+08:002003-08-11T18:40:08.930+08:00`no one cares
life's a sad, sad thing. no one understands how i feel. yeah. you may say you do, but think otherwise. we're all made different. just like our fingerprints. our thinkings aren't alike. no one's alike. sad. sometimes i just wish, pray that someone understands how i feel. how i could share this burden with someone else so the weight isn't so much. it hangs down on me sometimes. like louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1060506434267271402003-08-10T17:07:00.000+08:002003-08-10T17:10:39.483+08:00`why wouldn't you look at me
days goes by, turning into months. soon the months turn into years. how long have i crave for that smile of yours. you brighten up my day, the darkness dissappears. how i wish to feel you close to me. that warmth of yours cause me unable to breathe. for i'm afraid when i take that breath, everything i hold now will crumble to pieces. the reality of it is too harsh to louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1060415467981432302003-08-09T15:51:00.000+08:002003-08-09T15:51:07.983+08:00'happy national day
happy birthday to singapore!
yups. today? basically i woke up at 6 to finish off my character study for malvolio+viola+orsino. hahs. finished it but i realised i missed out quite alot of stuff so i'm supposed to add it now. but i am simply too tempted to go on the net for a while. oh well. can add it in a while. orsino is 3 pages long. malvolio is 3 pages long and viola is 2 louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059990583935953082003-08-04T17:49:00.000+08:002003-08-04T17:59:59.660+08:00`neo-perfect
went to lunch with tif-fany and ame. took neoprints. eh, i look okay for once. hahas. proud of myself. nothing much to type. just wanna say a big THANK YOU to zhen yi for the flowers yeahs? wheee. so happy. though by the time the flower had a walk around orchard, tif-fany had already managed to nearly kill it. lucky the flower is saved by me! okaes, i'm being lame. no tests for this louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059901309210942562003-08-03T17:01:00.000+08:002003-08-03T17:01:49.260+08:00`the verge of devastation
how many times have i heard you say,
that I always let you down,
how many times have i heard you request,
to let that dagger down,
how many times must crimson blood,
touch the solid blade,
i told you all that never again,
would it be my fault,
yet in the end,
my spirit is thin.
my life is put to a halt.
how much pain can i take,
before my existence yearns to die,
how louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059900492016788562003-08-03T16:48:00.000+08:002003-08-03T16:48:12.060+08:00`confused -like duh
don't get what's wrong. don't get what's going on. don't get what am i feeling. do you realise that sometimes, we are created not perfectly for a reason? look here at this example. if we happened to be able to sense everything that's going on, the way people react to you and stuff, wouldn't be died early of depression? we would know how much people hate or not like you, the louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059829457793864542003-08-02T21:04:00.000+08:002003-08-02T21:04:17.750+08:00`yesterday's world
fluid fusion
great. very nice. hahas. i love SO and INTERNATIONAL DANCE and CHOIR and so many more. they were all very nice. sad for dance the only person i could spot was jacq in her cute costume. she was so easy to spot. hahas. remember adeline? we were like, trying to spot them all and we could only say, "i spot jacq" and stuff. hahas. yups. ELDDS was okays. maybe not as louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059644179544913832003-07-31T17:36:00.000+08:002003-08-02T20:23:23.950+08:00`problem-matic
sick.
yeah. i am. not sick in the mind. sick. flu and cough and sore throat. fiannly after so long did i go to see the doctor. feeling bettter? not really. but it'll get better cause i believe it will.
fluid fusion.
i want to go! *screams. but there's no more tickets when i asked tiffany to help me buy. *sobs. but she says she's going and her father may not be going. [looks louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059387594290111412003-07-28T18:19:00.000+08:002003-07-28T18:20:16.410+08:00`trusting
trust says a lot about a person
trust is the one thing that has a lot of value
trust says a lot about love
when you love someone
the gift a trust will go a long way
there is a difference in love and trust.
there are different kinds of love
family, friends, lovers, marriage, parents, and children
infatuation is different feeling all together
it is more in the head than it is in the heartlouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059298431745990712003-07-27T17:33:00.000+08:002003-07-27T17:34:20.680+08:00`this day, like everyday
bleed
bleed as my soul refreshes. bleed as my day goes by. bleed as i become new once again. bleed as i savour the joyful moments. bleed as the memories of depression haunts me. bleed as i will everyday.
breathe
breathe as i inhaled in the sweet tangy fragrance of the air. breathe as i take my emotions under control. breathe as i swallow this lump of suffering that i am louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059298358239426032003-07-27T17:32:00.000+08:002003-07-27T17:36:21.163+08:00`followers for all of us
ants. humans. all followers. one ant leads, the rest follows. the breakthrough one makes, people will then follow. hardly anyone dares to make the first step. we only follow the path led by the generation before us, and the generation before that. what if the path get's smeared? destroyed? and the road that we are so used to taking disappears? what will we do then? will louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059228092852489922003-07-26T22:01:00.000+08:002003-07-26T22:01:32.723+08:00`subjected to dejectedness
what am i feeling now:
sad. depressed. mixed. confused. oh, did i add depressed?louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1059227795468494452003-07-26T21:56:00.000+08:002003-07-27T16:42:48.953+08:00`this is for my beloved prostitute
heys, here's the entry for you. hope you enjoyed the ndp preview and had a good time ueahs? go be a good girl at home. wanted to talk to you and tell you stuff but i guess times just aren't right yeahs? wrtie a letter to me cans? i'm missing your weird and funky handwriting which i have to take hours to decipher. yeahs. here's one for you jo. oh, and you were louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058952210996967812003-07-23T17:23:00.000+08:002003-07-23T17:24:32.743+08:00`why did it have to happen this way
all alone in the corner she bled, thinking in her head of all the things you've said. she is crying now as her fate grows near, she's locked the bathroom door so no one shall hear, for she's cut her wrists, all rosy and red, with her razor blade. now no one will complain about the way she wears her hair, and she won't have to think about how no one seems to louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058952000411655842003-07-23T17:20:00.000+08:002003-07-23T17:27:13.783+08:00`dead people living
to the dead.
Burning. Yearning. Craving for an acceptance that shall never come today, or tomorrow. never forever. The heavens, that hellish place of vicious anguish, devouring my soul, my life, my flesh, piece, by piece. Choking on my tears, choking on nothing but the swiftly vigorous breeze. My tongue tastes, licks the fears that deviously refuse to surrender at my feet. louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058619683282081142003-07-19T21:01:00.000+08:002003-07-19T21:01:23.306+08:00`njc funfair
woke up at nine. wanted to sleep more. had a really beautiful dream and wanted to continue with it but yun happened to be sitting next to me so i didn't want to be bad and go dozing back to sleep. so i woke up. yars. then went to cheuk ying's room, then we wanted to go eat breakfast but realised there's no more. so me and cheuk ying went back to our rooms, bathed and then went to thelouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058619561654235592003-07-19T20:59:00.000+08:002003-07-19T21:00:07.170+08:00louieMagic Number4JobPoliticianPersonalityRainy DayTemperamentNervousSexualWhatever, Whenever, WhoeverLikely To WinA Nobel PrizeMe - In A WordSubtleColourBrought to you by MemeJacklouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058172985267493222003-07-14T16:56:00.000+08:002003-07-14T16:56:25.313+08:00`today
ok, yeah, i know the title's crappy. but since everyone today keeps saying stuff about MY blog, then here's a 'normal' one for all you guys out there reading. i'm fine. ok, i don't know how i feel. i'm happy at one side and sad at another. oh wells, we can never be fully happy can we? just for everyone to know, i shall keep all the depressing stuff in another diary okay? so no more louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058096209213271182003-07-13T19:36:00.000+08:002003-07-13T20:54:13.946+08:00`what's up with life
life. a word. one word to be precise, yet affects us totally. hahas. no long elaborate stuff today. going to break the chain. here's this for joe: GO SIGN MY GUESTBOOK. hahas. nothing much to write. just wanna agree with bern that life's a bitch. whoohoo. and to some people out there which i know you're looking, there's nothing here for you today. hahas. sigh. yi jing, hope louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1058002605858329302003-07-12T17:36:00.000+08:002003-07-13T19:32:53.493+08:00`the twenty fifth floor
a girl sat alone on the ledge on the 25th floor. a gust of wind blew past causing her hair to float in the wind. a tear stained her cheek as she gave one last moment to look upon her miserable life. she suffered many beatings -both physical and emotional. but the ones that lasted forever was the ones that caused her emotional hurt. she thought of the great times she had louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1057400581257659182003-07-05T18:23:00.000+08:002003-07-05T18:23:01.276+08:00`damaged
trying to stop the pain but i can't. trying to stop the crying but i can't help it. wish i had the remedy to stop all this depression. but i'm left here to fight this all -alone. [i hate myself]louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1057397713179964602003-07-05T17:35:00.000+08:002003-07-05T21:02:23.386+08:00`life goes on
how i wish life came with an instruction book. one that tells you how to live your live and how you can programme yourself to that of what you want. but sadly, life is not like that. life isn't as straightforward as we hope it is. life, is really by actual fact, our common jigsaw puzzle. the only instruction to it is to fix it up. no more instructions. that's it. the only one. and louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1057139383260848212003-07-02T17:49:00.000+08:002003-07-05T17:49:57.380+08:00`tortured beyond recognition
if i were to remove my heart, you would see the numerous wounds that healed over time. but you would also see freshly made cuts, alongside the ones that are still in the progress of healing, strewn all over, each symbolising a time which you hurt me bad. why haven't these cuts heal i ask? these cuts will never heal. these cuts will forever stay fresh in my memory. an louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1057108748999857982003-07-02T09:19:00.000+08:002003-07-02T10:29:13.416+08:00`life's a rollercoaster [mine's going down]
haven't been feeling good ever since school started. my life sucks. everything's a mess. what's up with you and me? it's like everything all changed during that short span of the holidays. maybe it's me who's doing too much thinking. maybe i'm too paranoid. maybe i'm just imagining things. but aren't you a bit too close for comfort with her? i know i'm louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1056888539686348592003-06-29T20:08:00.000+08:002003-07-02T10:59:35.916+08:00`school starts
i MISS you
louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1056805412436508002003-06-28T21:03:00.000+08:002003-06-28T21:08:48.483+08:00`unrequited love
why can't i stop myself from thinking of you? even in my dreams you appear to me too. why do i get lost in your eyes? and whenever you laugh, my breath catches in my throat? why do I have to tell myself when to stop looking at you? while i noticed that i could stare all day through. how come whenever you're saying something interesting, i just want to lean in and kiss you. why dolouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1056445408659362812003-06-24T17:03:00.000+08:002003-06-24T17:06:07.023+08:00`things just don't change
i try: too hard
i know: i don't mean a thing to you
i want: to be happy
i wish: you could how i feel
i hate: it when you ignore me
i miss: you
i fear: rejection
i hear: people's laughter
i search: for my reason to stay alive
i believe: i'll die someday
i wonder: how i'll survive
i regret: alot of stuff
i love: you
i care: about you
i always: wish to be someplace else
i louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1056201454543105852003-06-21T21:17:00.000+08:002003-06-21T21:17:34.596+08:00` harry potter
gosh, i hate this feeling. i just read finish the book and i got a sense of emptiness in it. oh, yeah, i just realised that the next book is not yet out for grabs which is totally great. lovely isn't that? for crying out loud, why can't she just publish the whole bloody thing? oh wells, i shall savour the moment and reread the book AGAIN. sorry nat, didn't mean to put out the louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1056104480601554752003-06-20T18:21:00.000+08:002003-06-20T18:25:21.506+08:00Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!!!
whoas. me going crazy. hahas. it's coming. after so long. yays. wheee. i love wei ling. so kind to go with me and sacrificing her beauty sleep to go with me to get the book. wheee. so happy. yays. the book. whoa. the moment i have it in my hands, i'm going to probably faint. haha. dream come true. wheee. going to read it during training time. hahas. louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1055774008943843712003-06-16T22:33:00.001+08:002003-06-19T16:36:38.640+08:00`you
although you do not know, slowly,
step by step you are tormenting me.
killing me ever so softly, and ever so effectively.
your every smile, your every frown, your every laugh,
you are taking over my brain, my heart, my body, my life.
you make me lose control of myself.
and lose myself in an ocean of only thoughts of you.
you mustered all kinds of feelings in me, mostly extreme.
i love you.louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1055774003250314142003-06-16T22:33:00.000+08:002003-06-16T22:33:23.296+08:00`you
although you do not know, slowly,
step by step you are tormenting me.
killing me ever so softly, and ever so effectively.
your every smile, your every frown, your every laugh,
you are taking over my brain, my heart, my body, my life.
you make me lose control of myself.
and lose myself in an ocean of only thoughts of you.
you mustered all kinds of feelings in me, mostly extreme.
i love you.louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1055681725905922262003-06-15T20:55:00.000+08:002003-06-15T20:55:25.933+08:00`emotions
emotions are complex matters which we ourselves do not posess full knowledge of. it confuses us, changes us on how we think, feel and do. emotions lead us to do stupid things at times. real stupid. jealousy by far gets the most out of this rage. yet, do we have the power of controling this rage of emotions? maybe. just maybe. but when you finally grasp the power to be able to reign overlouienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1055406220155670592003-06-12T16:23:00.000+08:002003-06-12T16:24:25.763+08:00`everything changes
nothing is the same. everything inside me has changed. it's easy to know whether a person values you truthfully or not. you can feel it. but the realisation of it hurts far deeper when you read what the person actually thinks or feels. hurt, anger, jealously is just one of my frequent visitors. it's keeps accompanying me through the night. the more they stay with me, the more louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1055240931150758982003-06-10T18:28:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:35:17.926+08:00`can't you see?
i'm trying so much to hate you. to think of all your imperfections so that i could feast on it. so i can make myself hate you. at least by doing that, i don't have to get jealous everytime i see you with her. but you know what? so far, i've only thought of one thing. i only hate her, not you. i can't think of anything to make me hate you. i hate it. [mutters] the only thing i can louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1054978592999972422003-06-07T17:36:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:20:24.633+08:00`i hate you
i don't know what to say, i don't know what to do. all i can think of, just reminds me of you. my heart breaks everytime i see her with you. my heart crumbles when i know i don't mean a thing to you. i don't know how you feel, i don't know how you think, but one thing's for sure, i know i don't cost a thing. everytime i try to please you, i do what you want, whatever you need, but in louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1054390803891382262003-05-31T22:20:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:21:20.550+08:00`weird
louie's feeling weird. outta shape, outta mind, outta words. hah. i got no mood to do anything lately. i just feel like going to some place quiet and secluded and just lie down there, look up at the skies and just stay there forever. looking at the sky helps relief the pain, stress and sorrow that's all kept inside. it's hard to keep everything inside but some things just aren't meant to louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1054199761010801912003-05-29T17:16:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:22:27.370+08:00`perfection equals depression
depression overwhelms me as stress continues to take it's toll. 'exams', friendships, relationships and studies keep pounding at the back of my head. knowing it's not the right thing to do, knowing that i'll get hurt in the end. yet everything about you seems to be so right, so perfect. so darn perfect that i shink from the presence of you.
why can't i be perfect louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1054199122533809112003-05-29T17:05:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:24:07.840+08:00`exams suck
don't you find emma watson so damn beautiful. sighs.
i am officially announcing to everyone out there that my life sucks. heh, i mean it. firstly, there's mid-year review tests which most people says, takes up 70% of our ca. yeah, just great. and secondly, today, i'm so assured that i'm going to fail a maths. but what the heck. it's not as if 4/100 was bad enough. thirdly, i don't louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1053778903964357602003-05-24T20:21:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:25:04.410+08:00`can't get you ouuta my head
keys clicking. people talking. everything seems to fade away. lost in the sea of numerous problems. things pile up one after another. trying to stuff thoughts at the back of my head yet you keep coming to my mind. what the heck you trying do do i ask? but i know i'll never get an answer. you're sweet, cute, funny yet serious. you're everything that i want, yet louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1053770674090393952003-05-24T18:04:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:26:37.580+08:00`plain old boring day
let's just see. today in general was kinda boring. woke up at around 8. skipped training. got woken up by a call from mrs tan. asked me why i skipped training AGAIN for several days in a row. after talking to her, was too aggitated to go back to sleep. so i lazed around then when vern yie [smiles] and yu shan came back from chem test, i decided to officially wake up. then louienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419569.post-1053687969805989402003-05-23T19:06:00.000+08:002003-06-10T18:27:18.103+08:00`moved
changed address.
took me 2 hours to do the thing.
bored to death.
update later.louienoreply@blogger.com