well,i know there is someting dat happen in my blog,its quite shockin to me,well,first i want to say,mayb dat tag is sabo by someone,cus lyk we nvr know,well,anyway,if dat tag is really tag by someone else,well,hope dat person will own up,but then i dun lyk her,dats for sure,lyk another person :) well,enough of dat,bout me le,well,2day went sch for public speakin course,then after dat went to play basketball wit some of my friends,well,of course got her la,then got play basketball,wit other ppl lyk chen jun,karwong and kevin...they are quite gd in basketball,some of the trick they do,i can't really do,well then after dat the whole grp went to mini mart jansen hse,after dat only left 2 person,me and her,so lyk we walk slowly to the opposite direction,then the 2 person left for rivervale mall,then only left me and her,haha,happy dat way but hen as we walk i found dat,we are nt really tokin,but then i walk her home,and durin dat time got tok,haha,wanted to hold her hand,but dat tink dat wearin sch uniform and do someting lyk dat not gd,haha,wasted rite?well,i tink there is chance nxt time,well,but then really,really wasted the chance...haha,btw if u know who she is and what happen between us then keep it to yurself,dun tell others,and if u duno then dun bother to ask,cus ppl who know,wont tell!!haha
All Too Well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow. And I left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, And I can picture it after all these days. And I know it's long gone, And that magic's not here no more, And I might be okay, But I'm not fine at all. 'Cause there we are again on that little town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over me. Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed And your mother's telling stories about you on a tee ball team You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me. And I know it's long gone And there wa...
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