wooopie~
its freakin past midnite & i stil hvnt shut my eyes....
wappadua irappambua...
wateva it means...

weeeee~
dun ask me y im super wooper hi at tis freakin hr...
coz i dunno...........
bin slam by mom in e aftn fer nt gg to e shop to buy garlics...
lolx...
lazy ar beb...
& i hate to do groceries...
effin leceh...
so ya truout e whole dae she kinda boycott me...
sobz...
pls tok to me wen u wake up...
gt me worry weneva she boycott me or anyone in da hs...

anws...
ila is gettin effin emo dae by dae...
wazzup witchu gerl?
k here's e story...
a few hrs ago,read an email by my uncle...
normal motivational kinda thang...
bt wat i din realise...
i started cyrin!
lolx...
yes!
practicalie tears flowin non stop dwn e cheeks...
luckily every1 was oredy drown in wonderland...
hw embarrasin wld it b if ey saw?
lolx...
i dowan imagine tt...
*blush*
Some time ago, at the Seattle Olympics, 9 athletes, all physically or mentally challenged, were standing on the start line for the 100m race. The gun fired and the race begin. Not everyone was running, but everyone wanted to participate and win.
They ran in threes, a boy tripped and fell, did a few somersaults and started crying. The other 8 heard him crying. They slowed down and looked behind them. They stopped and came back...All of them.
A girl with Down's Syndrowne sat down next to him, hugged him and asked, "Feeling better now?" Then all nine walked shoulder to shoulder to the finish line.
The whole crowd stood up and applauded. It lasted a very long time.
a simple story...
bt it touch me so much tt s im hittin e keyboard ryt nw,im stil cryin...
*i told u,im super emo todae*
reminds me of al e hlp,encouragement tt i constantly received...
luv ones may nt b able to b by my side 24/7...
bt deep dwn inside,i noe ders angels hu care fer me...
no matter hw effin sux i m towards em,ey r stil wit me...
ppl hu r owis der to lift me up wen i fall...
ppl hu r nt famous or rich wit money...
bt simple ppl wit a rich heart...
it reli break my heart seein em hurt...
e mind punishes me by recalling eir hurtful expression & e soul punishes me wit regrets...
a painful process fer myself...
bt a more painful process fer em...

i lurve u ppl...
mama ayah abg aina...
everyone hu have owis bin der fer me...
joyce...
wer r u?
i miss u terribly gerl...
do u even rmbr me?
wer hv u bin?
miss u even more durin e gatherin...
miss e tyms u were der fer me...
those lil chats & stuff...
i may nt hv e courage to sae tis directly...
I Love You....
all of u...
& im afraid to lose anyone of u...
tts my greatest fear....

manz...
i juz cnt stop cryin...
wats witchu ila?