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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
day...uhhh...something of hunger strikei dont think it actually qualifies as a hunger strike anymore since i went to Jeremys house...gate crashed there with JTang after school...yeah...it seems weird that JTang would ever gate crash anywhere. attempted to do some lit while playing around with Jeremys guitars. then his teacher came....he was quite cool. handshake and all.then we had dinner. woah. i wish my mom would try to cook like that one day...anyway...i can go for the mission trip!! yeah...thanks so much to DAVE TAY!!!! who managed to talk me out of my situation and found solutions when he met me looking helpless. i never thought this at all when i first met him...but through him i can see why people become teachers. i was really touched and all. and thanks to Gavin too for trying to find ways for me to go despite the Genting trip......and yes...im still going for the Genting trip. ill be dead tired when i get home...and then that night ill have to go to Cebu...woah.exams are less than a week away!! intensive study now!!Who are you now?Are you still the sameor did you change somehow?What do you doat this very moment when I think of you?And when I'm looking backHow we were young and stupidDo you remember that?I've tried to fight itcan't deny itJust can't let you goNow look at meInstead of moving onI refuse to seeThat I keep coming backand I'm stuck in a momentThat wasn't meant to last No matter how I fight itcan't deny itYou don't even knowWish I could find youJust like you found methen I would never let you go Though everything's been said and done That I still need youI still care about youtThough everything's been said and doneI still feel youLike I'm right beside youBut still no word from youI Still...Backstreet BoysNever Gone...i think ive featured this before sometime last year...my memory fails me