Sunday, January 30, 2005
my anata.
HAHA. that's a title of a CHINESE song. hahaha. ((: i can't believe i actually listen to it. or even AGREE to take part in chinese talentime. SERIOUSLY. i'm going to die if they ask me to play the guitar. i'm NOT kidding about the dying part. haha. whooot. there's school tomorrow.
anyway. i'm ANNOYED. and it's real annoyance. not like kidding kidding. i just don't want you to do the same. aiyah. okok. so don't tell me. tell someone then.. siiigh. can't you tell it's really REALLY disturbing me. i feel weird just being there.. standing there.. but i still love youu. sigh. i always have, always will. can't you tell so much that i'm trying? can't you tell. it's just that she doesn't know. so yeah. sometimes. aiyah. i don't know. please. please. you're really making me worry. and it's not very enjoyable not knowing. on top of everything. siigh.
today in sunday school. we learnt about being chosen. and tr lee lee was asking how it felt to be chosen. and i realised that everytime i was chosen for something, i wasn't all happy about it and stuff as i SHOULD be. siigh. die camille die. haha. (: anyway. yeah. i know i have to do my best, cos He put me in this position. wow. really cool. anyway. He chose to love us you know. WOAH. (: can you imagine.
haha. i tell you. i can form the biggest fanclub in the world by myself. i'm NOT kidding. haha. (:
HEEEEE. grinns. i'm really going to do what i said you KNOW. i'm not kidding. (:
lala. i think i better go now. taa.
so they said.
