my gut feelings are always right, hmm.

&

I couldn't do anything

Except stand there and stare into space

Because too much heartache you bring

I'd rather you spit in my face


Tonight I found something out

Something which I really, really hate

And I knew without a doubt

That what I did was too little, too late


Sleepless nights will soon follow

Just like what happened before

I do not know what to do or where to go

I feel shattered to the very core


When I reached out, I grabbed thin air

And then I see myself falling, falling

What I need is for you top care

And hear you call me "Darling"


At times I feel I am chasing the wind

Useless and a waste of energy

To capture the wind, I must be keen

And keen is the best word to describe me


Keen is what I will always be

So that I can have the person I adore

And I will be like the sea

Always chasing the shore


Tonight I walk alone

Hands in pocket and head full of thought

All that is lost is gone

And now i will seize every opportunity I got


Immortality you will gain

In my heart you will remain....



&you will remain in my heart ;

credits to jedi azmi.



and frig, i just dropped my phone. a metre high.


lotsoflove,
sheikha



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and the following is an entry i wrote yesterday. uhuh, blogger cocked up.



finally brother is hosting an open house tomms.


uhuh, he's moved. punggol (:


BUT TETTT MY SISTER IS STILL HERE AT HOME, UN-MOVED, OCCUPYING MY ROOM!! !#%$^*



alright, there's a better way in handling that, lol.



SO, tomorrow might be a busy day. hmm. i don't really know much actually. the only clue i have now is that ... there's an open house, HAHA THAT IS ALL! hmm, perhaps someone shud give me tips on being a better sister, no?



oh yes! azmee writes good poems. he has a blog that displays ALL his poems. very nice, fluent.. well, i think he's a good poet lah. cos lol, i must admit .. I CAN NEVER WRITE A POEM!!!!



argh, honestly man. lol, once there was some .... social studies poem competition. lol, AND HOLY CRAP! the two ains laughed at my poem. so wtf man. ahahhahaha, since then... i've never wished to become a poet. NEVER!


ok, i shall continue this later. the computer keyboard sucks lah



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omygosh it's 3am right now and i'm still not asleep. well, i actually wanted to about 10 minutes ago. but god, my sister just came out of her room crying. her hands swollen for god knows what reason. it's just wrong. she's like, my 2nd mother??? and to see your mother crying is just .. wrong. omygosh, ive cried a lot in front of her but to see her crying in front of me made me so dumbfounded. i practically stared at her knowing zero idea on how to console her. i dont know why, but her palms are swollen. and they're super hot. i told her that i can accompany her to the doc but then, i dont see any point too. cos the palms look perfectly normal.



ok, she woke her hubby up and she took panadols. oh my god i really cannot see my sister in pain lah sia, it aches me lah bodoh!!! wtf. oh my god now i'm fcuked emo and sad. oh please God cure her please lah, she hasnt slept since just now. and her bed time is supposed to be 11pm?! wtf, she has been tossing ard the bed for nearly 4 frigging hours?! wtf man, i'm so worried now. she's in her bedroom. she says she cannot sleep, she doesnt think she can sleep. it's getting worse. oh fuck man, i'm such a lousy sister, i dont know what to do. ok, cool down sheikha. she is in her room with her husband. she should be alright. uhuh she will. oh fuck, im worried lah damnit



ok, i dont have swollen hands but i dont think i can sleep.


damnit