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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


Tuesday, November 11, 2008, 10:14 PM

I wish there is a life manual for me to follow so that i wouldn't have to wonder every choices i made are truly right. Sometimes i step out of the house with bursting optimism, only to find myself wishing to lie on bed forever minutes later. Sometimes i step out of a store thinking (and reminding myself) that i didn't need anything, only to find myself wishing that i had bought some... Sometimes i say stupid things, only to find myself wishing i had kept my mouth shut.

It's amazing how these little regrets add up. There is this struggle within myself.

What if...

I hate all these emo periods. Let them pass.