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

currently Playing

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 Dont Like..

Thursday, November 10, 2005 11:19 AM

I dont like..
when I cried, you just stood there and watched. And you hide at a corner to cry alone.
when I cried, you just stood there and watched. And you left and hide and scared.

I like..
when I cried, you will hug me tight and cry with me.

I dont like..
when I played a game, you just say 'nice game' and walked away.
when I played a game, you pretended you didnt know I was playing the game.

I like..
when I played a game, you will join me in every single moment, sharing the joy and laughters.

Last nite..
As I tucked myself into bed
I again stared at my ceiling until
my eyes were too tired to continue
analyzing the cracks..

And into slumber I go
dreaming of a time where
nobody has to leave
nobody has to feel a connection
holding hands..
being broken..