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Bonjour!Welcome to fels` world.This will be all about her, be it bad or good things, life is full of ups and downs isnt it? There will be random posts too occasionally. What about her? nah, figure it out for yourself.peace.

Shush!
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
i believe in what i see, not what i hear.


i`ve always thought they mean it when they write "i love you" in letters or smses or msn... it feels so real that it touched me. i`ve always thought its true.but not today.in fact not after today onwards.

why is it that hard for you to just help me tune the damn timpani?
i know of course, only two of us will be playing it for the practices but that doesnt mean you cant help us?
in fact, it helps us and shows us how good your tuning is.who can you depend on after we step down? have you ever thought about it?

none even bother to open the cover.why do you hate my darling so much!

and i clearly put my file on the chair.i saw some of you putting files in piles.but mine? is mine invisible? or maybe I am invisible too? in practices? in school? in class? in every bloody place on earth?

i never meant to be so worked up about this "small confiscated file problem".
i just feel disappointed.i know it may not be intentional.
thats why im asking you to be aware next time and not to walk out the room once practice ends.we gotta pack up small things, sticks and instruments too hello?

and i have to pay fine $2. TWO.i can get a chicken rice.and worse,
im in debt. i owe shannen cash, owed other ppl cash...and now this. i`ll feel hurt once i spent $0.50. two bucks hurt me even more. call me cheapskate or poor or beggar whatever you wish.

peace and harmony and tranquility and happiness
will be best achieved if we can stop talking bad about a person once you realized you dislike her so much. why cant we be as loving as we used to be?


no one is perfect.dont judge others unless you think you`re good enough.




FACKO.



i was offering shannen for doing backstage for dance night.replacing me.
i thought it may cheer her up. being able to skip cat class(kidding), watch 27 dresses with kin and have a hell lotsa fun with veron and jayni. really too bad that she dont want to.haha but i just want you to know that i didnt mean to put the burden on you.really.i just want you to be happy since you look real sad today.i prefer my face to be pink anyway.at least it can hide my pimples. i look spastic with blue face.*cross arms.



i want to sleep.i want to do smtg i cant do for the last 5 weeks, i want movies, i want a little peace.

so little time, so much to do.
God please be with me...