Dear Diary...

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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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Saturday, 15 May 2010

I'm back home. It's 11pm now. I wonder and wondered, why?

You claimed that I go out too often for your liking. Is that true?

On weekdays, I go out, no surprise. It's for rehearsals, a school-related item/event.
On weekends, I try to give them to you. I cancel any appointments I have on weekends. Yet, you're still unhappy. Why? When I'm at home, I would be in my room surfing the net and you'll be in your room doing your net surfing/game playing. Then, why?

I told you before, if you have any appointments or any days that you want me free, tell me. But you did not. When I ask, you get angry.

I'm a teenager who likes to go out when I have the mood to. However, you would rather me to stay at home the whole day doing nothing, why? Why, why, why? I really don't know what's in your mind. I asked but you won't say a thing.

Tell me then, what do you want from me? I really don't know. Mom, tell me, tell me what's in your head. I'm tired of guessing because it upsets me that you don't understand me, just as much as I don't understand you.

I want to cry, I really do. I love most is your smiling face. Won't you just smile for me?

Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face

You told me how proud you were, but I walked away

If only I knew what I know today

I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away

Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes

There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again

Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there

Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand?

Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance

To look into your eyes and see you looking back

I'm sorry for blaming you

For everything I just couldn't do

And I've hurt myself by hurting you...