Monday, April 16, 2007
♥ 21:36
I survived my first day of internship. It wasn't that bad after all. Spent the entire morning having orientation and I really never knew that the convention centre itself was so big! My feet are killing me from walking so much in my heels. Shook a lot (I really mean A LOT) of hands today, introducing myself to the other staff there. Met the rest of the department today and well, I was pleasantly surprised to meet my senior from secondary school. It probably pays that there is a familiar face.
Didn't do a lot in the office after orientation. Felt so bad because I was basically making them looking for things for me to do, otherwise I would have nothing to write in my log book for today. Tomorrow will be a better day I guess.
I think I'm evil. I keep uttering this prayer of mine that I wish God would answer. Aiya I hate this time of the day. I just get all emo again. The hour is becoming earlier and earlier as I sleep earlier to go to work. HAI.
What Hurts The Most
Rascal Flatts
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok
But that’s not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was tryin’ to do
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could have been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That’s what I was trying to do
