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

What else can I do ?

Saturday, September 02, 2006 3:35 AM

Woke up about 30 minutes ago and trying so hard to get back to sleep. Had short naps since evening.. thinking of a person can be tiring too.

I knew he misses me. He told everyone that he's worried about me and yet he has stopped talking to me for 4 days. Perhaps he's waiting for me to make the first move.. perhaps he's trying to forget.

Are you happier now ? I bet you wanted to ask me the same question too. "no.. dunno.. not sure.. maybe yes". I guess you have the same answer too. Do you still cry when you think of me ? Do you miss me as much as I do ? These are the questions that I have no courage to ask.

On a lighter note, I had a good laugh today. So hard that I can even feel the car "shake".. Thanks EL.

A reporter was conducting a survey on 100 penguins, trying to find out their daily routines.