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Friday, November 10, 2006
Audit and Picture Side B: Sheryl
First off, audit.
Well. It ended on a real sour note today, I told my parents about my audit results.
My dad said : It's a real wake up call now. You should really start studying and take everything seriously. It's time you stopped the hours spent napping in the afternoon, stop the countless hours on the ps2 and computer games, and of course stop the onlining.
And of course, you need to take it seriously! Stop playing a fool like you don't care. It's your future.
My mom said,
Someone just got a bad results, about time I start confiscating the computer and the ps2 and all. I'm so angry...
-_-" Wtf. (I fear the fury of my mom. My dad rarely gets angry.)
Well.... They aren't really wrong... Sincerely, compared to last semester this semester I really did far less studying. I guess, I should start?
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Second, the girl's side of the story. The follow up to yesterday's story.
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The snow is falling outside, and Christmas will come after nightfall. Here I am, curled up like a pig in my blanket, feeling a little sick, feeling a little drowsy, watching the little balls of white snow slowly falling like leaves.
Oh damn.
I hate this kind of times, really. Everytime I'll end up thinking of you, and what we did together. Just makes me sick in the stomach even more, just... feels like a stab in your chest.
'Here I stand alone, with this weight on my heart, and it will not go away.'
I miss the time, I miss the moments we've spent together, when you looked after me like a child, like a baby. Looking around I see faint shadows, illusions of you still sitting at that same chair, drinking the usual cup of coffee.
'In my head to I keep on looking back, right back to the start, wondering what it was that made you change.'
If there was a wish I could make to Santa for this year, probably it would be to have you back in my arms again. Last year's Christmas, as I looked back at the pictures I still kept for memory, I couldn't help but smile.
'Do you think how it would have been sometimes, do you pray that I never left your side, what if I never let you go.'
Whenever I saw presents for Christmas, it reminded me of the time we spent days searching stores for bargains, at the places on the road less taken, and of the small jewel of a gift that we came across, like that little bracelet I still wear.
'If only we could turn back the hands of time, but I guess we'll never know.'
All that memory of you, still won't help me pass the night alone. I can only wish, that Santa will bring you back to my life.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Audit and Picture Side B: Sheryl
First off, audit.
Well. It ended on a real sour note today, I told my parents about my audit results.
My dad said : It's a real wake up call now. You should really start studying and take everything seriously. It's time you stopped the hours spent napping in the afternoon, stop the countless hours on the ps2 and computer games, and of course stop the onlining.
And of course, you need to take it seriously! Stop playing a fool like you don't care. It's your future.
My mom said,
Someone just got a bad results, about time I start confiscating the computer and the ps2 and all. I'm so angry...
-_-" Wtf. (I fear the fury of my mom. My dad rarely gets angry.)
Well.... They aren't really wrong... Sincerely, compared to last semester this semester I really did far less studying. I guess, I should start?
---
Second, the girl's side of the story. The follow up to yesterday's story.
---
---
The snow is falling outside, and Christmas will come after nightfall. Here I am, curled up like a pig in my blanket, feeling a little sick, feeling a little drowsy, watching the little balls of white snow slowly falling like leaves.
Oh damn.
I hate this kind of times, really. Everytime I'll end up thinking of you, and what we did together. Just makes me sick in the stomach even more, just... feels like a stab in your chest.
'Here I stand alone, with this weight on my heart, and it will not go away.'
I miss the time, I miss the moments we've spent together, when you looked after me like a child, like a baby. Looking around I see faint shadows, illusions of you still sitting at that same chair, drinking the usual cup of coffee.
'In my head to I keep on looking back, right back to the start, wondering what it was that made you change.'
If there was a wish I could make to Santa for this year, probably it would be to have you back in my arms again. Last year's Christmas, as I looked back at the pictures I still kept for memory, I couldn't help but smile.
'Do you think how it would have been sometimes, do you pray that I never left your side, what if I never let you go.'
Whenever I saw presents for Christmas, it reminded me of the time we spent days searching stores for bargains, at the places on the road less taken, and of the small jewel of a gift that we came across, like that little bracelet I still wear.
'If only we could turn back the hands of time, but I guess we'll never know.'
All that memory of you, still won't help me pass the night alone. I can only wish, that Santa will bring you back to my life.
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