Magical TurnAbout-- Let Me Spin A Tale, A ThouSaNd LighTs, A StaGe as Grande
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...Beauty in the eye of the beholder
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Monday, June 26, 2006
well, now i m in the sch lib trying to will away the time that i hav till the interview.. wondering wat interview? well.. its the interview we hav to do in medisoc, interviewing a media personnel.. And, ta-dah.. we chose a deejay from yes933.. ok, at first ireally ahv no idea who dat deejay was.. i don really listen to radio dat much as a matter o fact, but aft this i m sure i will be sort of more knowledgeable bout it? i guess? well.. but its really quite freaky talking to a complete stranger, who happens to be my senior.. haa.. so darn proud of her! ha.. i mean it.. she's gd.. i listened to one of her hosting.. and its really not bad.. Did she pick the skills up at np? well well.. finding out in a few.. But then, i hav to wait till like 3 plus.. 2 hrs away.. wa.. long long wait... And aft de interview hav to double- up back to the sch for my cca.. lasts at 9 plus* if lucky*.. well.. well.. calculate.. how long wud that take me to reach home? bingo! 10 plus.. i will step into my hse at this time.. early or wat? And the worse thing being that i hav to reach sch at 8am tmr for my dear sports n wellness class.. So much sleep..( trying to be sarcastic here..) But, i m kind of glad i gt the script out of the way.. at least its done.. well, as to whether its a good job, i hav no idea yet.. but, hopefully? tis is like my first real attempt dat i write a script fully, not in sec sch where we kind of work in a team on a script.. this is different.. which i hope is better? *fingers- crossed*
what do u say to irritation?
how do u say no?
when do we do that?
why would we do that?
Who in the world then?
Saw your actions,
felt your emotions,
been there, done that
But, are these really what they are?
what is the truth?
i want to believe,
really wanted to,
all that's said
all we've done
i wanted to..
But, in this chilly ground
the place we called home,
where flowers blossom,
seasons passed,
but you stayed..
Do i choose to believe?
Or forsake to be chilled?
Beauty in the eye of the beholder;