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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Friday, July 14, 2006
jerine♥, 12:18 PM

i might have seen the white lights on the other side.

i'm still sick.
it's worse than yesterday.
i slept well though.
must be the whole lot of medicine i took.
it's A LOT.

nicole's phone call from school woke me up.
she asked for her SBQ.
i SWEAR i don't have your SBQ nicole.
i only borrowed your SEQ from the mid-year corrections.
HONEST!

i hope she finds her paper.
i don't want to be held responsible for something i have not done.
if there's something i hat most, it's being accused.

so here i sit alone at home.
with absolutely nothing to do.
there's a whole ton of homework waiting for me but i'm not in the mood.
i'm sick.

i'm in a depressing mood.
somehow i realised that when god gives you something he'll definitely take something away.
sometimes more than you have received.
do things have tot be this way?

give me a day and rob me of a week.
why?
it is so difficult to just give?
wasn't i thought to give without expecting to recieve?
but then again, maybe i was the only one who was taught.

i WAS happy.
things WERE well.
but i guess i expected too much.
wishful thinking on my part.
my expectations.
i shouldn't impose them on others.
or maybe they're also too high for my good.

everything will be over soon.
or so i hope.
my dues will be paid.
i'm paying big time.


moving from the depressing stuff,
i hope i will be well enough by sunday.
i wanna go for the OLPS confirmation.
to see the pretty confirming babies =)

hahaha.
but for all we know the archbishop might not be well enough.
don't they have like the next best person to do the confirming?
ah..but what do i know?
total bullocks.

and i still want that kappa bag.
but i don't realy like the brand though.
i only like the gold words across the white background =)
i'm starting to like gold!
but not the aunty kind mind you.
gold jewellery are still off-putting.
the yellow ones i mean.



i need to come to terms with myself.