Thursday, September 25, 2008
Mr Ng B.L
Darn, he came today.
but okay la, cause he dun mind what we do
in class.
He went to every group to discuss
about the preparatory for art,
He knocked(sort of) my head to "call" me.
Omg, i can hear and see him la sia.
It's not right to play with the head.
Pain.
Pain in school,
i was thinking of whether it was stitches
or just imaginary pain.
I can't stand the 2N1 boys,
It makes me sick just going to assembly,
having to sit (torture) beside the class,
They think they are perfect.
Guess what: U guys are even worse than i thought.
I dun think the pain can go away.
Though it Killed me in class,
(art class).
Make me laugh,
I need Nuraini,
i need Syafiq,
I need Kakak.
It's like an addiction.
I need them, here, and now.
Labels: Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed.
12:10 PM
'Will you think that you're alone.
When no one's there to hold your hand'