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Sunday, November 05, 2006 |
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now playing| the last song ever
artist| secondhand serenade
mood| good
"i'd tell you how i feel, without saying a word"
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the way that i feel tonight so down
i pray i can swim just so i won't drown
in the waves that crash over me
i'm gasping for air
take my hand so i can breath
as i write this last song down
& i saw the tears on your face
i shot you down
i slammed the door but couldn't make a sound
so please stay sweet my dear
don't hate me now
i can't tell how, this last song ends
i finally managed to stay home for a whole, entire day today. & much to my surprise, it wasn't boring at all. i guess my homely self hasn't really surfaced until now. i got up in the morning, and noticed my room wasn't at all all i wanted it to be, the chairs, tables, beds - everything - was planned by my mom, and she shifts their positions as and when she likes it. well not that i'd condemn her for doing so, but it's my room, i should be the one placing things where i want, when i want. so after branch, i decided "hey, since i've nothing much to do, why don't i remake my room into the one i always wanted it to be?"
it took me the whole fucking day, & i'm still not done yet. & probably won't be done for the next few months because i'm deciding to repaint, refurnish, and buy new stuffs for my room. what does this mean? you ask me. it just means i need to get a job and earn some money so i can actually do so. but my schedule's so tight, how am i ever gonna get it on? WELL, if there's a will, there's a way - this cliche doesn't derive itself from nothingness. i need to get mor organized.
i made a list (and checked it twice, i'm gonna find out whose naughty and nice - okay whatever) of things i need to buy, do, or am gonna do for my room.
this whole week went by pretty quickly, with loads of school and trainings and fun with friends. it couldn't be better, and i wish it will be like this forever.
5:24 PM
