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smile, even if it's going to be a fake one.
because things will get better somehow.
because the sun still shines for you.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
prom preparation is killing me. where is beach road? where is shaw tower!? oh jingming ar jingming... where is that "estebel"...?! andand, i havent buy my shoe yet! my foot is better now. HAHA. but i still have a hard time forcing it into shoes...

in fact, im not really looking forward to tomorrow's prom. i have got nothing to show. except flesh. i have gained 2kg! qi si wo~ andand, whats prom for anyway? i dont even have the time to go to yisiew's house for manicure... i shouldnt have agreed to go...

ohoh. i have finished watching "one litre of tears" at daily motions a few days back. my goodness. it just makes you cry and cry and cry. death is scary. especially when you have to suffer for years before you can really leave this dimension. i wonder how my days would be. i would rather die earlier... i think.

"9 march" is really a nice song.... :]