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Saturday, February 16, 2008 . 6:30 PM


I don't wannna wait another minute,
Put me out of my misery,
I can read your mind baby, you're not in it
And we're not what we used to be
No you wouldn't have to lie to me
If you would only let me go
And I don't wanna wait another minute to hear,
Something that I already know
Something that I already know

So save your voice
Don't waste your breathe
Can't you see we're at the end
And this goodbye is permanent
So wish me well and try to forget


I think its a combination of pressure from exams and the usual dead Valentine's Day crap. You know what I did on Valentine's Day? I went on an exciting and fun date with my faithful Lee Hua to buy my Zen. Even then I had to borrow my date's card to pay because my stupid cheque still hasn't arrived. After the purchase I owed my date $159 and a chocolate ice cream because I lost a bet.

Oh well...I'll just tell myself the same thing ever since puberty and Valentine's clashed: Maybe next year. Maybe next year.

And I'm still pissed at you for what you did. Don't even think I will forgive and forget.Valentine's day just took those memories and gave me a hard slap on the cheek. Cupid's pointing and laughing; he's probably sniggering as he checks off the number of years I've been single in his notebook.

My car can't drift. Dunno why...its too stable...just have to wait till school reopens I guess. So impatient to race against the other guys.

I'm going off...its time to do some thinking again.