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islands
I don't have to leave anymore. What I have is right here. Spend my nights and days before.
Searching the world for what's right here. Underneath and unexplored. Islands and cities I have looked.
Here I saw Something I couldn't over look. I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave.
I've been found out. So now I'll never explore. See what I've done.
That bridge is on fire. Going back to where I've been. I'm froze by desire. No need to leave.
Where would I be. IF this were to go under. It's a risk I'd take. I'm froze by desire. As if a choice I'd make.
I am yours now. So now I don't ever have to leave. I've been found out. So now I'll never explore.
So now I'll never explore.


Friday, February 02, 2007, 6:19 PM

and isabelle almost died.
god. the. tennis. training. is. so. tiring. arghh!!!!!!
first we have to run 10 rounds around 2 tennis courts, then we practise strokes, volleys, serves, minigames.......all the way until 5pm. the training starts at 3pm. at 5, we do suicides(yes, that IS the correct name. it means that we have to run from the back of the court to the base line, back to the back of the court, then run to the middle line, back again, run to the net, then back again.) , after that we do 20 MEN PUSH-UPS and 20 crunches. we do this ENTIRE process 3 stinking times!!!!!!! i almost died.....i swear.......and i threw up in archana's car..omg.......so embarrassed.......kept apologising repeatedly.........i am so stupid and i realise that my tennis and fitness really DO suck.