I never thought i'd need you there when i cry
And the days feel like years when i'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
When you walk away i count the steps that you take
Do you see how much i need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face i came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words i need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you
I've never felt this way before
Everything that i do reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do
When you walk away i count the steps that you take
Do you see how much i need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
And when you're gone
The face i came to know is missing too
And when you're gone
The words i need to hear to get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you
We were made for each other
Out here forever
I know we were, yeah
And all i ever wanted was for you to know
Everything i'd, i give my heart and souk
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
And when you're gone
The face i came to know is missing too
And when you're gone
All the words i need to hear to get me through the day
And make it ok
I miss you
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Is there any solutions for an addict of playing combat arms? This addict is DEFINITELY NOT me! It's my brother lah. He's P5 this year and obviously, he's taking his PSLE next year. His grades are dropping by the minute. (Not like me, i so pro.WAHAHA.) I asked my mum what to do and she said she has no hope in him ler. Sometimes i think about it and realised that i'm in the wrong too. I'm his sister but i didn't tell him to stop. I don't "tuition" him when i'm free. (Well, i'm not asked to.) I only solve his maths and science problems. I'm such a bad sister. Aiya. Whatever lah.
Everyone tells him to stop playing comp but he just refuses to listen.
MY DAD NAGGED.
MY MUM NAGGED.
MY GRANDPA NAGGED.
MY COUSIN NAGGED.
MY GRANDMA NAGGED.
EVEN MY MAID NAGGED.
(WHOA. THAT'S A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO NAGGED.)
Just yesterday, he lost a game in that toot-pid combat arms and he used his legs to smash the glass cabinet. o.O You don't believe it, do you? I don't want to believe it too. But it's real! Really! You guys must be thinking, "That's a whole lot strength for a P5 boy!" The world changes, people. Any normal P5 boy out there could be a weight-lifting champion! Back to the incident, my dad found out but didn't scold him. He heng lor. (Heng for me too. Cos' he scolds him, i will kana too. Strange hor?) I think my mum knows about it too, but she didn't scold him too. WtF. Evelyn said that if he continues playing, he would surely break more things. I totally agree!
I seriously don't want him to go to the same secondary school as me!
I don't want to face him.
I don't want others to point at him and tell me: "Eh. Your bro leh! Why he like this de? The face so black. eeee...."
Oh my gosh...
TO PRISCILLA: GET WELL SOON!
TO SI TING: JIAYOUS AND YOU BETTER PASS YOUR AUDITION! I HOOT YOU IF YOU DON'T! (:
TO MYSELF: STOP BEING SO DEPRESSED. TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER! (:
"i found a place so clear, not a single tear. "