Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentine's day

When I got home from Chemistry tuiton today,my mom told me something bad bout Michael.Mike used to be my classroom since primary 1 to primary 6.We still keep in touch now but not that often I got the chance to talk to him.I feel sorry for him for what have happened to him and hope that he's strong enough to face it.

Ok,move on to a brighter topic,today is 14 February.Even primary school kids would know that it's valentine's day.And I found out that HE actually waited for a girl when I was waiting for Pam.No more chance I know.Move on!Move on to the next target!But...but but butttt he's still so adorable!

I hadn't said 'I Love You' to anyone today because I love me=)


Specially dedicated to all my friends.xD Happy Valentine's

Masterpiece-Meg and Dia band

Too bad you knew me.
When I wasn't ready.
I wasn't ready.
Did I say, "Come and get me?"

And too bad I held on.
When you tried to tell me.
This was wrong.
Well,this was wrong?

I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green.
Isn't it strange to think that you created all of me?
Done by the hands of a broken artist.
You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally know what,what wrong is.
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking.
On display through a soul still breaking.
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?

You can't erase these.
Lines you can't save me.
You can't display me.
You know what dismay means.
I can't even try to.
Remember what I knew.
Before I became your.
Model to claim no.

I am no masterpiece where innocence is painted green.
Isn't it strange to think that you created all of me?
Done by the hands of a broken artist.
You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally know what,what wrong is.
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking.
On display through a soul still breaking.
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?

I grew tired.
You expired.
You finished me.
Now that I'm all that you planned.
Well tell me what do you think?

You painted black where my naked heart is.
I finally know what,what wrong is.
Carved like a stone with your hands still shaking.
On display through a soul still breaking.
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?
Aren't you proud you're the one that made me?

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