I spent my day with no mean purpose,
wasting an easter day deep in slumber, surfing the net indolently and nibbling on stuffs. Oh ya that reminds me that my teeth is painful whenever im chewing on food though that didnt deter me from eating more.

I suddenly felt i should have gone to the mass today and be evangelized though i know that its impossible.
Partly somehow inspired by ytd night talk with elice. I inquired her, how if i had to undergo the past.
She replied "You are your thoughts, what you believe will happend will really happend" ( the priest's word)
Surge of relief was there definitely, appreaciative for that postive mind.

While in the other hand,
I was dismayed everytime i was reminded upon this by my parents who kept on inquiring all sorts of questions on the line.
But fret not, im still the ol' cheerful girl you seen in school and will mostly be.
Appreciative of every encouragement from pals ive got.

Im choosen for running 1500 m for sports day and i know i couldnt do it as i have not been running long distance for a year. Dammit.

Here's an extract of what i chanced upon today:

Love is a gamejust meant to be played.
Love is a phrasejust overly cliche'd.

It's dominated by cheaters,players, and rule-breakers.
Where three words often saidare lies spoken by fakers.

Love is an emotion and hormones are the cause.
Love is perfection that brings out your flaws.

Young ones are swayed into believing that it's real.
Soon concious of mistakes,next fear is what you feel.

Love is a wish desired by so many loners.
Love is a sight shown off by its owners.

It's a sad pathetic world when love is only wanted,
for the sake of having it,and for it to be flaunted.
Love is a drug,addictive and strong.
Love is a toy.and you're strung along.

The endings are painful,yet again you will start,
to end with more lies and tears,and another cruelly broken heart.

Love is a reason to be treated like dirt.
Love is an excuse,an excuse to get hurt.