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Sunday, April 20, 2008 7:07 PM
Here's a taste of my life,its bitter ain't sweat,
it wouldn't have sounded so good if its without those drums n the beats,
my best seniors, n of coz, can't forget my dearest Ling.
have you ever had a hard time to say a sorry?
but if u were wrong, would it still be so hard to say it?
is your pride more important than a sorry?
or is our relationship can't even worth a sorry? try to feel me...
i was at ling's house, fixing her laptop,
i didn answer my mum's call, 'cause i turned it to silent mode,
when i answered it, she started to sream at me, honestly i was shocked.
i told her, "cool down man, i didn feel it vibrate.
i'll be home, its just that my friend wanna thank me,
by askin me to stay for a dinner or sth."
at first she's cool with it,
but when i told her i'll be home at eight thirty,
she started to yell at me,
"why don't you just stay out there tonight!
you don't wish to come back no mo? Fine!"
then she hanged up the phone,
i was left speechless when i was sittin on the floor.
but think'bout it, why is she angry? i don't know,
the only thing on my mind is, i wont go home.
so i stayed out at Ling's house with my phone turned off,
we were chatting the whole night, on whatever we could think of.
anyway, its not the first time we've been chattin overnight,
but this time my mum came back here, that's the 1st time.
when i finally reached home the second night,
she was sittin on the chair cryin , haiz...
we're human being, we make mistakes,
for makin it right, we do whatever it takes.
this time round i ain't doin nth wrong,
so why would i hav2 apologise for being wrong?
and she was the one who asked me not to go home,
i was listenin to her, just that i turned off my phone.
my home? i dun feel its my home,
because i just dun feel the same old 'warmth'.
she made a mistake, she wouldn't hav2 say a sorry,
she jus hav2 blame it on "you tell me how bad is your study?"
but if i made a mistake, its lyk i've to say it a thousand times till her satifactory.
Fuck it...i ain't givin in to her this time, 'cause i ain't guilty,
and i won't be the first one who started talkin.
she was wrong, but everybody's pointin their fingers at me.
i dun give a fuck to it,'Cause Only God Can Judge Me.
and i really wanna know,
is your pride more important than a sorry?
or you tryin to say,
our relationship can't even worth a sorry? You feelin me?


HIS ONLY LOVE;





HIS QUEEN :D

FENGLING.
immature SIXTEEN.
28 OCTOBER 1991.
HAPPILY MARRIED on 19 DEC ; 00:51.
I LOVE HU HAN.
I LOVE GREEN.


I WANT TO BE TOGETHER WITH HIM TILL THE END OF THE WORLD.


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