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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, December 30, 2007, 1:06 PM

you know, when you are having some bad times and everything seems to just come crashing down. i broke a hairband of mine and had a sleepless night. thankfully, i'm feeling rather energetic now. just right for me to work on my IEP stuffs.

i'm being to hate the year end. it was bad last year and now i'm having a hormone roller coaster. anyway, even my mum has some activity today but poor me is stuck here doing work.

suddenly felt like i have nobody to relate to. Thanks blogspot, my venting machine

i know that if i just 'forget' about yesterday, i will feel so much better. it wasn't such a great deal. But what was meant to be a lesson for you to be more sensitive will be gone and i may have to go against what i want in future. boy, it is useless to say the same things over and over again. I understand that you didn't mean it. I understand, so why are you still saying the same things from last night?

making me happy is not about apologising to me. not about calling after an hour, knowing i am upset. and it's more than knowing what went wrong.

maybe you have come to realise that i'm not that easy to please afterall.