Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Zzz, today was one of the worst days of my life.


well, i shouldn't have gone with her.

it was just the worst decision ever;
i shouldn't have gone at all.
it made me look back.
it made me think back,
it made me feel what i had felt,
and never wanted to feel again.
since i knew, somehow .
it'd still be the same.

but i just had to .
but i just had to .
i had to at least try .
i had yet to get over it.

remembering those things ,
the little things you did ;
that made me fee this way .
maybe you'd never notice,
but i still continue to hope ;
that you'd see what i wanted you to.

thinking back on what i did ,
it made me feel worse &worse .
though doing that hurts me .
it was just God's will.
it was just punishment ;
it was just cos of you ,
you,
you,
you.

but i just had to .
but i just had to .
i had to at least try .
i had yet to get over it.


remembering those things ,
the little things you did ;
that made me feel the same .
it didn't matter if i rewind the past ,
or maybe not.
it would still be the same.
it would definitely ,
with no doubt.,
still be the same.

why couldn't you just stop saying?
why couldn't i just stop thinking?
why couldn't you stop ignoring me?
why couldnt' i just cut off; stop?
although i knew,
it'd still be the same.
the same, same.

but i just had to .
but i just had to .
i had to at least try .
i had yet to get over it.


remembering those things ,
the little things you did ;
that made me fee this way .
maybe you'd never notice,
but i still continue to hope ;
that you'd see what i wanted you to.


remembering those things ,
the little things you did ;
that made me feel the same .
it didn't matter if i rewind the past ,
or maybe not.
it would still be the same.
it would definitely ,
with no doubt.,
still be the same.


written @ 10.11am. this took 20 minutes.
"still the same".




dancer backstage.

I’m just a typical, average girl, everything teenager -- except for my love for dance. Ok, well, not so normal. I’m kinda hyperactive sometimes. I do what needs to be done first, like homework. I like getting presents, although sometimes, honestly, some of them are more neglected attended to than the rest. In all of my 14 years (soon), I have seen a person that can do a 270 degrees split in person. I hope to be one of them, though. I school at Dunman High, the best school on the surface of the Earth. But that’s just my opinion.

Oh, and before I forget, seriously. I forget this all the time. My name is Rachel.

hands on stage

Idylla. | 6.1 ’07. | Angeline. | Anthea. | Amanda L. | Amanda W. | Candice. | Cheryl Er. | Clarissa. | Darryl. | Gillian. | Gina | Hannah. | Isaac. | Jaime. | Jiale. | Jiajie. | Jonyi. | Maverick. | Meilin | Nicolette. | Pearl Lady. | Qiurui. | Rachel C. | Sabrina. | Seehian. | Serene. | Sheryl. | Shihui | Tania. | Terence. | Valerie. | Winne. | Xuemin. | Xinrui. | Yuhan. | Yulian. | Yuxuan. | Zhaoru. | Zhixian. |

what happened before

March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009

who needs to be thanked

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