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buildings with a hundred floors,
spinning 'round revolving doors.
baby i don't know where they'll take me.

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breakaway
a short profile perhaps ?
a music player or hit counter ?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009 // 8:20 PM

Why, why, why? Why do you keep me hanging there? I can't stand it no more. I'm dying, but you don't even notice or care. What am I supposed to you? I'd rather you say that few words, hurt me and give me a slap on the face. At least then, I would be able to cry it all out, get back on my feet, move on and give you up. But well, you're not doing anything, but you're doing a lot of things to make me wonder, wonder, and wonder even more. I don't know what to do anymore. Seriously, stop laughing when I talk to you. You're leaving me hanging on the thread. I don't want to cry for you. I really don't.

Band... Almost died today. LOL. Was tested for music today. Sucked, ran 4 rounds with all the woodwind sections. Almost died. Thanks to everyone who were so very very concerned. Especially to Jessica and Bea who accompanied me to the toilet and got very freaked out by my condition and to Fajrina who saved my life helping me take my inhaler from my bag. The bad bad news is that my ankle seem to be getting worse, ever since the fall like quite long ago. It just hurt a lot. I can't do wushu properly, can't march properly. Walking hurts that much already. It really suck a lot a lot a lot. Hopefully it's get better soon. Hard, thanks to the old old injury. I still have to try. LOL. THat's all for today, I guess. i'm not in a good mood. In fact I feel like shit right now. I'm up on stage in a while. Haha... I'm loving the laptop. LOL.

Till then,
Melissa

PS. This is killing me so slowly.