oh mummy, mummy! please, hear my plea
transfer me to a school, where no one knows my identity
where no one would ask me why i broke up with him
where no one would call me names for being silm
a place where no one would say that i'm "not virtuous"
a place where teachers treat all students with fairness
where i could forget my past, and no one would bother
if i had joined the choir, or became a first aider
forget my past apirations of becoming a teacher
or idolizing various authors, wanting to be a writer
or better still, mum, let's have our names changed!
and migrate to New Zealand - that could be arranged
just ship me to a place, where i could be free
to a place where i could escape from this misery
to a place where nobody knows my history
a place where i would be happy.. by just being me.
transfer me to a school, where no one knows my identity
where no one would ask me why i broke up with him
where no one would call me names for being silm
a place where no one would say that i'm "not virtuous"
a place where teachers treat all students with fairness
where i could forget my past, and no one would bother
if i had joined the choir, or became a first aider
forget my past apirations of becoming a teacher
or idolizing various authors, wanting to be a writer
or better still, mum, let's have our names changed!
and migrate to New Zealand - that could be arranged
just ship me to a place, where i could be free
to a place where i could escape from this misery
to a place where nobody knows my history
a place where i would be happy.. by just being me.
woke up with 6 new messages! paul, nureen, shiya, melina and michelle, thanks for the concern(: am now resting at home recovering from my slight fever and sore throat while you guys are having some boring lesson. haha.
broke down and cried this morning. sigh.
feeling like crap. what the hell. we once were an item, but not anymore. looking back, it seemed like it happened such a long time ago. he cheated on me. he lied to me. but that was all in the past. now i am already over him. i like someone else. and now, he tells the guy i like that he had "used" me? that the guy i like is going to "use something that has been used before"? and that im now "second hand"? ughh. this makes me feel like i was only there to satisfy him. for physical intimacy. its as if what mr thomas ong said yesterday was actually true. sigh. and every time when my mother says that teenage girls who french kissed their boyfriends are not virtuous anymore, i feel guilty. wtf. they just can't let me forget the past, can they?
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