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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Wednesday, May 20, 2009, 10:14 PM
Wonderful.

Thanks Eunice,
today had been wonderful.
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English results today.
I don't know what to say.
I guess the teacher was either PMS-ing, DMS-ing, or AMS-ing while marking my script.
hmph.

I'm dreading the look of 
'yay! I did it again, woots!~~~~~'
on her face tomorrow.

Some people deserves to get a taste of what I'm tasting.
Sour grapes and bitter chocolates.
Failure, was never sweet, and will never be.

If anyone was offended today, then I'm sorry.
I won't say why I was behaving so irritable.
Because then it would defeat the purpose of stuffing myself with chocolates and keeping me happy so I don't suffer another outburst of tears and another surge from inside me that would send out waves of anger that may radiate through my surroundings and perhaps harm anyone in its path.

I. Will. Make. Sure. I'll. Never. Disgrace. Myself. Again.