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その痛み知る君はやがてまた此処に種を植えて 色付いた花が咲く何時かを願う その痛み知る君が震えずに水を注げた頃に 見た事の無い色の花がまた君を誘う |
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redberrie 19 + 04-06-1991 NP - BA - ISCM - 3S01 ex-assumptionknight <33! | |
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Tuesday, November 08, 2005 argh! screams and screams and yells the house down* my mom forbids me to go to choral nite tommorow!!! she is so mean. how evil can she be leh.. sobs. but i dun care. and i shall go. haha. if she doesnt let me go, i'll kill myself. =( haha, anyway. thank god. my dad is supportive of me! and he lets me go!!! yippy!!! somemore, he's gonna come and fetch me home. haha. sometimes i really do like my dad better than my mum k. he tends to take things in an easier pace. =) unlike my mum. she goes entirely berserk when things go very wrong. headless chicken. she should really think wider and clearer k. but again, sometimes i do lyk my mum better heh. =) hmm, ppl are all weirddd. wee! and i do love ma'am loh! =) haha, guess sock was right, she is so nice! haha. must thank her alot. she's really very caring and concern heh. true spirit of a st-johner. =) beams* k, i must jiayou hard! to make sqms, ug-mates, ma'ams', and my friends really proud of me. =p hugs everyone* and oh ya, talked to jiayi on the phone in my aunt's house using my own handphone. lame. haha. and she told me that she has written 9 postcards for me liao haha. bugged her to write 10 instead and she said yupps okay write the 10th one for you when i reached sch. yupps, chatted for 23 minutes+ and now sadly my phone is gotta run out of money. again. ='( left 4 bucks+ only. blah. haha. anyway, seems like alot of ppl know about it liao. i dun really care who knows and who doesn't liao larh. now that i've gotten over it. but yeah, im just gonna surround myself with loads of ppl that i feel comfy with and enjoy their friendship and company. =] feels that that's the most impt thing to do now heh. and sir chun feng called me when the car was kinda halfway through the customs to m'sia. and i was sleeping at 3+. yar, and he knows too. probably jesline ma'am tell him liao bah. god, my mum is screaming and arguing with my er jie in the kitchen. wonder what the hell their doing. but sounds lyk my sister chuang da huo liao. muahaha. =] haha. anyway, he told me the goodness-knows-what-latest piece-of-homework-that-have-to-do-the-powerpoint-or-some-kinda-presentation-thingy, my topic is bleeding. haha. blood=bleeding. full-stop. aiyah, dunno anything about it. =X anyway, i think im most probably gonna join red cross. haha. i feel mean to say this. but their u is quite ugly. haha, very un-glam. oops. =X and sock! jiayou for choral nite! hugs! yee lin too! blubber the red-spike haired paikia, jiayou too! =D haha. hmm, come to think of it. i really do hope she'll come to my choral nite heh. it'll be one of my last chances to ever see her again. ps: i think im gonna bring camera to school tomorrow. haha. shall snap lots of pictures for memory. sj board, sj room, benches, parade square, basement, spiral staircase etc. =p 愛憎の狭間 夢を見ていた |
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CREDITS | -- HESITATING MEANS DEATH - the GazettE [Italian translation - angeldevil87@LJ] [English translation - distressedcoma@LJ] You, who know this pain, will soon plant the seeds here once again You hope the flowers that changed their colours will bloom someday You, who know this pain, could you pour water on them without trembling The colourful flowers you have never seen are calling out for you again |
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