September 2009
“It doesn’t matter who you are or what
you look like, so long as somebody loves...”
– Roald Dahl (The Witches) (via jayalzacee)
you.
My heart beats, for you.
Disappointed.
Everything we were taught to believe in, I thought you were on the same page.
Apparently not.
This is probably the biggest disappointment in almost all three years.
What happened to all that noble talk.
Ms Teacher.
I’m going to be relief teaching at Anderson Secondary tomorrow. It was an emergency thing.
I’m going to teach higher chinese.
I haven’t been in touch with my chinese side ever since I enrolled in mass comm. omg.
I DON’T WANNA DIE. ):
Go away.
Get out of my head, my thoughts, my heart.
It hurts, so much.
And no one can help.
A shoutout to the support group - things to do...
472239364:
1. Mambo/clubbing 2. Karaoke 3. Tanning (for real this time)
Please? :)
YESYESYES! A thousand times yes! (:
Nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me...
(via autumnfringes)
Byebye, HK.
I know you tried your best, and you’re disappointed too.
So I tried my best to sound as un-disappointed as I could. ):
“There come a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who...”
– (via simeeeng)
9.59pm.
I’ve learnt, that I will never love someone else as much as I love you.
What I've re-learnt after the stayover at Joyce's....
Bad cramps, Insomnia, tons of worries, tears.
Endless projects, late nights, disappointment, being sick all the time.
Whatever sucky things life wants to throw at me, go ahead.
I am strong, because I know that when I fall, I have you all to catch me. (:
P.S. One last semester left to go. Thank you. You all know who you are.
I know it's not nice, but since it's Tumblr where...
I miss being there, you know. I really, really do.
The familar faces, the warmest of hugs, the smiles we share.
Afterall, it has been a year. One year, for friends to turn into family.
And yet now when I’m back to where I first started, I can’t help but feel lonely.
I’ll do my best, and give all my love.
But deep down, a question burns- Can I really let go?
I miss being...
Honestly, this is just pure disappointment.
What happened to doing something because you love it? What happened to passion?
Knowing that I’m leaving after this last upcoming semester, and hearing so much of these is not only worrying, but disappointing as well.
