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Saturday, November 17, 2007

10:41 PM

choir bbq

it feels good to be part of a girl gang again, how long ago was it since i went out with girls?
went to someone's house to cook, to talk rubbish and all.. last time was in secondary two, when i went to cat's house for project.

i was so practical the whole night, helping to stuff the potatoes, i din have any fun at all.

it was mildy interesting but not fun...
most of time i was just worrying abt whether ppl will eat the potatoes we have painstakingly boiled and wrapped in foil.
(there were 8 extras)

and i dun really feel like talking to ppl.
abt what?
i'm actually quite shy, i'm unconfident, and i dun like to mix with loud, confident ppl...just wanted to be quiet somewhere.
with ly probably
but i was alone most of the night stuffing potatoes.


now i feel stone.
julian walked me out, (even though its under the teachers' orders) i'm glad i had someone to talk to, someone just to be with me.
to walk me out of the dark path.

i just needed someone to be there with me.

that's all, i can walk out alone, i can socialise ok, and heck abt the potatoes, i could have just left early, buti just wanted someone to be with me.
to talk to me
in other words, i'm really lonely.


jacklyn and karmy walked out with me too, but they caught a cab on the way out.

the road we walked along was called mt sinai, in which some of the hugest houses i've ever ever seen is located, they have winding staircases, and must be at least 3 to four storeys each, with double parking slots and marble statues of peeing boys.

it was eeriely quiet, but i'm too stone and sad to notice.

like i told julian, this whole night i'm practical, i just want to do something i like.
actually i could have took the cab with karmy and jac to the main road, the road we walked on was like a maze winding here and there, and we were confused.

but i din want to get into the cab
i din feel like
i just wanted to talk to someone,
i could take the cab, be practical
get hme faster
but i'm not a practical person
i just want to do something that makes me happy for once.

the cab driver, i dun like to talk to strangers.or talk i front of them for that matter

so i din get in
so julian sent me to the bus stop and 75 came and i came home at ten.

may God help me to feel a bit less under the cloud
suddenly feel like crying.
nights


Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to love me right
That would be very nice
Someone to understand
Each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand
And be a team with me

So nice, life would be so nice
If one day I'd find
Someone who would take my hand
And samba through life with me

Someone to cling to me
Stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
Some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
And give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to
Give love a start with me

Oh yeah, that would be so nice
I could see you and me, that would be nice

Someone to hold me tight
That would be very nice
Someone to love me right
That would be very nice
Someone to understand
Each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand
To be a team with me
So nice, life would be so nice
If one day I'd find
Someone who would take my hand
And samba through life with me

Someone to cling to me
Stay with me right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
Some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
And give his heart to me
Someone who's ready to
Give love a start with me

Oh yes, that would be so nice
Shouldn't we, you and me?
I can see it will be nice...

Toh Wan Qin Roxanne

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