i still cry

Friday, June 10, 2005

Songs have the capability to speak the unspoken words.
And the fact that the words are spun into tunes adds much more meaning...
Very often, i am a victim of songs...
it takes me in while i watch my heart take a plunge.

Songs make me weak.
W
E
A
K

I hate it!

Tomorrow is my trip... and an end to jon's exchange programme stint.
And now, there;s nothing i can do with my pre-departure depression {as usual}
Im worried.... worried about everything back home...
worried about twiggy...
worried about things might change...
I feel insecure.
So much that im suffering from gastritis these days- a sign of distress.
One of my biggest worries is still the cleanliness...
and i have no other luggage except my Emporio Armani...
So im gonna remind myself to bring a stack of newspapers so i can safely put my luggage on the ground.

Raffles Town Club was beautiful...
just the way i like it to be...
But i might see an end to it.

On a brighter note.... i passed my Accelerated learning test...
but only with a rather disappointing 91%.
It might sound good... but no! I expected at least 97%
But i should be counting my blessings since i only read through it thrice. Not even study.

Urghhh!!!
Im so pissed with myself...
Im nothing but a useless low-life.

istill~~cry~~Friday, June 10, 2005

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Yours Truly- Tevon

No.
Wait.
Look at me.
Listen to my mind.
It's speaking to you.
Tell me you comprehend.
Tell me you will twig.
My words shall never cease to exist.

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