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Wednesday, November 3, 2010 . 11/03/2010 12:03:00 AM

Oh dear. PMS really is a monster. And I really have to manage my anger during these periods. I seemed to be pissing people off during my PMS.

It's hard to hang on to a calm and soothing facade when I feel crushed inside. Thank God it's an online conversation. 

I shouldn't expect so much. He's a nice boy. Not handsome, but not too bad looking either. A real gentleman. Hardworking and smart in his own ways. Not surprising that someone likes him and he likes someone. 

Now is the time I have to ask myself. Do I like him that much? 

Yes. An un-hesitated yes. My heart never did beat as fast it rings in my ears as before. I smile and giggle uncontrollably when he talked to me. My head is filled with thoughts of him. And I never did cry because of a crush until now. Now. 

I hope I don't have puffy eyes tomorrow. And I just decided the colour to wear tomorrow. 




Teardrops On My Guitar
Taylor Swift


Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without

Drew talks to me
I laugh 'cause it's just damn funny
I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me

He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be

She better hold him tight
Give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know she's lucky 'cause

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight

'Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do

He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see

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