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Saturday, January 20, 2007 |
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now playing| the closest thing
artist| the juliana theory
mood| zonked
"the closest thing to perfect"
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i'd love to be;
the shoulder that you cry on
i'd love to be
the one you call when things are great
if every simple song i wrote to you
would take your breath away?
i'd write it all
saturday afternoons are almost always for sleeping, taking a good nap after a morning filled with running, rowing, and training. i'm not complaining, neither am i saying it's boring, it just is. & i know (even myself) reading this, you might think it's a boring life, i wouldn't blame you - it would seem so to anyone.
i think it's routined - but definately not boring.
A WEEK LONG EMBRACE
this week went by unlike any other week, i'd put all my good weeks before together and it wouldn't even come close when put in comparison to this. hallelujah to the mirror. one more week to the marathon, my very first race - oh boy. my heart feels like it's doing bunny hops all over when i think about it, honey bunny.
your star it seems to shine above the rest
after the race, we'd have our favourite chinese new year (for chinese, anyways). why? don't look at me blankly and try to pretend you don't know what i'm talking about, jackasses. everyone kid look forward to this day because we'd get red packets, with money. REAL MONEY. not golden chocolate coins we get in primary school after singing gong-xi-ni and he-xing-nian 3234908230842times over. still it isn't worth it, i mean, chocolate coins?
you're the beauty that is deeper
than eyes can merely see
right after my hongbao collecting spree, comes the terrifying E-word. The one that brings chills down student's spine, the midnight-oil-devil, the last minute mugging, & in case you haven't figured out what word is is - it's Examination, you dimwit. so now, i'll stop rambling, and please allow me the chance to wallow in self pity.
you're the smile i'd like to earn
so'long for now.
2:28 PM
