Friday, February 22, 2008

i hate it when people upset the people i care about ):
it makes me very very angry and makes me wanna throttle that very criminal.
im lost for words.


And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question,
"Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice,
He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?


i love you anthea !(:
i love you shermy ! *snaps fingers*
whenever i snap my fingers i feel like something magical may happen(:
magic magic magic ! i got 47 for my chinese essay even though i wrote it in my very very very incredibly broken and simplistic chinese, because i said that my dream was to build a themepark more magical than disney land, so that i could bring magic to the world :D
magic makes things happen.

no, things make magic happen.

thank god its friday.
ITS FRIDAY !
if not because its friday i think i'd die from exhaustion tomorrow.
school depletes me. i hardly feel enriched.