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Truth is known only to its victims;
Life tells the biggest lies of all,
And draws wages from itself

Twisting Illusions

Franchesca, Ches
23 Sep 1991
SACian before
Thespian now

I gazed up above
Counting every star
With hands grasp tightly
Wishing the fire would never burn out

I called, I screamed, I yelled
Not once did you turn
Now with my faded voice
I longed for illusions

Even if it's a lie,
Tell me what i want to hear

Christine Teo

David

Esther Tay

Hui Shuang

Jasmine Foo
Jingle Bells
Justina Gay

Kel Lim
Kel Relationshits

Leon
Lynn

Rachel

Sherri Chong
Serene
Skye

Wendy

曲翔之

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Wednesday, 11 February 2009

Hey, it's already late in the night. Didn't intend to drop by, actually, so this just became an impromptu decision. I've just noticed that making others worry was my best forte, but I don't know which action of mine they worry. I do as told and act as they wished, yet they worry. I wonder why. People are just so difficult to understand, so sophisticated.

Dragged myself out of bed this morning. Gosh, for some funny reason, I'm getting worn out these days. It seemed to be getting more and more difficult to get myself out of bed. Putting that aside, I'd spent my horrible morning helping out in the bus. As usual, keeping my book by my side as my only self-entertainment. Nothing out of the norm happened. The time is passing nonchalantly by me, not once waiting for me to pick myself up. I guess that's how hostile the time can be.

Shielding myself from reality, my book engulfed me. Sitting for hours at home reading greedily. Unaware of my back pain, I continued until I got up to bathe. My mom came home, bringing my lunch+dinner meal for me the moment I stepped out of the bathroom. Everything went accordingly like it was preplanned. I read while eating too. After meal, returned to my room, continued reading until I felt sleepy and closed the book. I fell into deep slumber once I've packed for tomorrow.

Now that life's in a huge mess, in my opinion that is, starting a new day was not an ideal thing I'll liked to do. If only time could stop on the 24th Jan before 11am.

If only...