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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Friday, May 12, 2006
jerine♥, 12:22 PM


home alone.

yup...home alone again.
my parent just flew off this morn.
i wanted to see them off but was too lazy to get up to go to the airport.
i mean really...i wanna sleep in.
its the 1st day that im actually breathing in 3 miserable weeks.

feel like hibernating today.
(bet alex has been on a hibernating misson since wed. lol.)
but i'll feel bad if i do.
its a pretty day=)
going to east coast later.

im broke. spent $80 in 3 days.
n i have absolutly no idea what i spent it on.
gonna get yelled at at the end of this month when my mum checks my account.
she'll demand an explaination and i'll have abosolutely no idea as to what im gonna say.

im exhausted.
i juz wanna rot and die.
really. im tired of being tired.

Tired......by Jerine

Tired of being tired,
The feeling is just so dire.
Overcomed with exhustion,
My mind is put through contortions.

I've grown tired and weary
My eyes are worn and bleary.
Mind clouded with worry,
I can't help but feel sorry.

I have to take a little nap,
Or like a taut rubber band
I'll very soon snap.
Acting weird or like a man,
Talking to the window or my hand.

Valerie Jerine Teresa and Sandra,
Doing a little chemistry
With banging wailing stomping and dancing,
We'll very soon be HIS-TOR-Y.

With my life in a wreck,
I'll very soon be on crack.
I hope this is just a passing phase,
Or i'll soon set myself ablaze.


ok...my 1st attempt at poetry writing.
i know its not very good but its not THAT bad.
it says val teresa sandra and i cuz before the chem paper val was like if i start banging on the table half-way, u will wail, teresa will stomp and sandra can dance.
lol...imagine that.
index numbers 37, 38, 39 & 40 being coconuts=)

im looking forward to school actually.
just school. NOT stress.
i could use a little rest eh?





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