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&. quote of e day...

when your heart gets broken,
you start to see the crack in everything.


let me be alone.
and i must really recognize my beloved DEAR sister.ah wei1!!!
the credits must go to her.
biggest one some more.muack


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&. enjoy urself






Saturday, March 15, 2008
2:45 PM

Edited.

No. I don't like it instantaneous.

So many talking about the never-before feeling about loving at the first instant and how heaven it feels. Yes. It is. And so, I've loved Justin Timberlake and Andy Lau for all my life.
No. is it not what it's suppose to be.

I didn't feel love the first time I see you. I didn't feel love the first time or the second I talked to you. Its the way you make me feel everyday. I like things growing from nothing, or something negligible. The joy and excitement to feel it growing and shaping. Its the process. Process of falling in love. Its the process that I want.

we are nowhere in between nowhere. If this is just nothing and going nowhere, I want to stop, turn back, and return to where I come from, before its too late to go.
Every step I plugged forward, I want to go back a million feet. Because I don't know where I'm going.


okay. Father sent a pigeon to pass a message last night
'What's with you Brenda? you are getting random, loved and lost. Are you coming back up here to sit with me?'
HAHAHA
I'm laughing because I can't stand my rubbish myself.


Random entry.
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Okay, if it means misunderstanding and difficult spots, I've strike them all out.
If it helps.


;i am afraid