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a love so sweet
A memory on the edge of time, a place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.
A time in which we fell deeper in love, just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token to remember one single moment.


A moment to remember


Sunday, July 08, 2007, 4:15 PM

the poor girl is now sick. sick doesn't seems to be the correct word but i'm just not feeling perfectly alright. vomit vomit vomit. 2 consecutive nights dining at restaurant is a torture. ogling at people's wonderful dinner while i indulge in my own lil comfort food which headed to the toilet bowl not long after. still managed to stay out late, going shopping by myself and mahjong. that's why i hid it from my mum till this morning when i wanted some attention. i practically have to yelled "I WANT TO SEE DOC!!" yet, she ask me to eat medicine instead. so i went to sleep with tears in my eyes. self-sympathising.

enough of it. shall continue working on my learning corner materials.