Sweet Memories

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writing is a form of THERAPY

Sometimes you can only wish. Wish for things that are never there. Hope for things you will never get.

But sometimes..

Believing will be alot better than wishing.

I wish.. Wish upon the Wishing Tree.

about Summer

Sagittarian . Cantonese . dreamer . emotional . Singapore . hugs . dolls . anti-social . soft-hearted . read . sleep . coffee . gelato . french . blur queen . cinderella . games . cute stuff . japanese food . anything white .

Maybe one day

i'll be back to tell you
我可以陪你去看星星

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I dont want 童话, can you give me a 神话 ?

给我一个.. 恋爱频率

Tell me how do I live.. without YOU

my Past

Credits

Mini Romance theme by Beng Hafner

My darling cousin, the HTML code expert

I'm the Girl..

Monday, October 31, 2005 9:59 AM

I'm the girl who stole the stars, you're the boy who stole my heart..

I believe that everyone has a story, but not everyone chooses to tell. I believe that you cannot truly live without a heart. I believe that living is different from feeling alive. I believe that everything can fade away.. but not necessarily disappear. I dont believe in religion, but I understand their concepts. I think the most important thing to believe in is ourselves.

I want more than just a couple I love yous. I want surprise phone calls and letters. I like to be read/told stories and sung to. I am in love with the concept of being in love. I need someone to believe in me. I need someone to trust in me. But, I need to be remembered the most. I want to be remembered. I want to love, and be loved.