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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, January 11, 2009, 11:59 AM

I feel good. taadaataadaadaa... I finally get to wash my hair =) No more ickly feeling and it's straight straight and neat. Alright. And lifeless... And i successfully stayed home on saturday and finish everything due tml. But i need to work hard for tues's assignments and it kinds of irritate me cos i dun even have the time to cheer for my work done. Whatever! I'm going to tell dear tonight and let him praise me alittle =)

This lyrics just came to my mind: If i could i would, turn back the time. But no way am i going to do that. I would rather make the time turn faster and faster. Never mind the fact that they are dozen (in fact more) assignments due because i realise that i can finish everything if i set my heart to do it.

I ate two bananas today even though i hate them. Because i cant push them to dear the way i used to. And nobody to help me peel longans!!! Okay. You get the idea - he pampers me way too much. Come to think about, i think his enlistment is some sort of a training to me as well. Independence. Long talk about it, nothing achieved though.


just what i am going to do... Concentrate
(credits to ieatSTARS from deviantart)