~with the phone in her hand, she sat down on her bed.
she flipped it open and stared at the beautiful picture of a bubble bursting..
then she flipped it shut.
"theres no one i can talk to," she told herself quietly.~
played with weechong's nintendo wii today.
eh weechong's wii.
haha.
damnits.
tmr cant write le.
right hand damn pain from the swinging and flicking and boxing.
:/
but it was fun!
=)
hm. phys?
haix..
dont know lar.
eh..
~once there was this carpenter who had a broken music box.
but do you know why he didnt fix it?
its cz that music box held great sentimental value.
and he was afraid that if he were to try and fix it, he might damage it further.
but seeing how damaged it already is, he felt so sad, so sad.
so he left it on the shelf, and everyday, when he walk pass it, he would debate with himself, whether to take the risk and try fixing it.
and he would think of how the music box used to be like; the pretty little ballerina dancing to the music with beautiful carvings of angels and flowers at the four sides of the box..
he wished with all his heart that it would be how it used to be.
but he knows very well that,
it would never be the same again.~
i like writing stories, tho im not a good writer.


mata atode..