i only count hours that shine

So..

Monday, February 16, 2009 8:43 PM

School sucked today.
F school.
F chem test.

Actually I went round the whole day singing, ' I want my money back' from The Show and kept saying mememememememememe

I'm being very negative about life but let's face it, my negativity is perfectly relevant taking into consideration everything now.

Talking to Caroline now because she's nice, responsive and such an amazing friend.
Unlike people.

I've got so much work to do.

Timothy's actually a very nice guy. Spoke to him today because Lu Qin didn't come today. AS USUAL.
He's very smart too.
I feel bad for laughing so hard till I almost cried. Zi Gui was trying not to laugh, looked at his expression.. and Tau Pok just kept imitating him and saying things from his class. Yeah I laughed for like 5 minutes, then I looked at how he laughed and laughed for 10 minutes then I heard what he said and laugh for like 10 minutes. And on it went. I practically almost cried.
I feel bad but he's a nice guy. Point taken.
So people, you should stop being mean to him.

CAROLINE JUST SENT ME A STORY.
Starring my name in it.
:D

Freak, dammit.
I bloody love the story.

F. it ended.
Mannn.
CAROLINE YOU MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST CONTINUE THE STORY!!!
or I'll never forgive you(:
meme (:

Although the guy's named Spencer and the image in my head is still the 45 year old guy from the Girl at Times Square by Paulina Simons.
I'm trying to think of him as a hot hot guy, with the look of Kevin Tucker from This Heart of Mine. All blonde, buff with green eyes. Hot muscles. That's more like it.

Here it it!
All Rights Reserved by Caroline Wong!

“I hate you! I hate…you…!” Her fists, so tiny, beat feebly against his chest. He stared down at her, his eyes expressionless voids and his fists like stones by his sides. He did not touch her.
It was never his place to say anything, not to her, not to anyone. So many things he’d wanted to say, to whisper, to tell her, but he left still unspoken, in his balled up fists, in his gut and in his heart.
Spencer took a step back from her accusing hands. He could not take this anymore, all this tears and anger without bursting, himself. Yes, he could hold her when she got tired, he could love her still, and he could pretend nothing had happened.
But to take this with his stoic expressions, to see her like this without touching her. He could not do it.
Janice pitched forward when he moved, as if she had been leaning on him for strength. Her fists stopped pounding and instead, she sank to the ground at his feet, sobbing into herself, oblivious to his concerned eyes, oblivious to the whole world.
Spencer turned his eyes from her, trying not to blink or he knew; now he would fall asleep. His arms folded around himself, scared that if they did not, he would fall apart, Spencer closed his eyes. The adrenaline was still rushing in his veins, its movement like a swift river.
He felt it when she fell, caught her when she barely slumped against his legs. He lifted her up, her weight and warmth so familiar. Spencer felt his breathing slowing now that he was touching her and knowing she was safe in his arms.
Then he pressed her deeper into his arms, as if to protect her from the world. He knew where to bring her, just like one of those times in the past when nothing yet had happened. He knew what and where would bring her comfort when she awoke. He knew so much about her, that he scared himself sometimes.
Spencer bowed his head over her and started his long walk in the cooling night air that seemed to reach right deep into his lungs. The stars twinkling like diamonds above them, it was one of those times again.
The one-too-many-times.

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