Saturday, August 25, 2007
Early in the morning I put breakfast at your tableand I make sure that your coffee has it's sugar and cream Your eggs are over easy andyour toast is lightAll that's missing is your morning kiss that used to greet me Now you say the juice is sourit used to be so sweetAnd I can't help but to wonder if you're talking about meWe don't talk the way we used to talkit's hurting so deepI've got my prideI will not cryBut it's making me weak I'm not your super woman I'm not the kind of girl that you can let downand think that eveything's OK But I am only human This girl needs more than occasional heart as a token of love from you to me (Whyte Karyn/Superwoman)STRESS. is scary. And I'm seriously scared now. I have a competition coming up on saturday and sunday, and I'm ponning training on thursday for the house camp. DEAD is tattooed on my forehead. But at least I'll have fun :D. Just realised that the title sounds super emo. I am NOT emo-ing, dear.I'll be broke though. The competition is at Clementi Sports Hall. Which equals bubble tea, sushi, etc. Or maybe just KFC and bubble tea. Right. Shall go do my homework.--------------------------------------------------"What's the time now?""Eleven forty-six. Oh wait, sixty four. Oh wait, NO, forty six."Haha. Transcript of a most amusing conversation between me and Stef that I just remembered. The blur one was me, amazingly enough. Acutally, its not that amazing. Why am I so RANDOM?Labels: music and lyrics
1:39 AM endurance, risk and love