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Monday, April 30, 2007

it's quite unexpected, how this kinda things happen. one second you're smiling happily & everyth's fine wiv jst a lil hint of danger. then the next second, your world collapsed. it makes everyth so unstable, so untrustable, it's like there's no constant in the equation linking one to another.

i truly am thinking too much. but my tutor once said that it's people like me, who end up having connected brain linkages or someth like that. we link one thing to another to another to another. that's how we get heavy brains, when we think alot. not that it's healthy if we think negative thoughts though, quite contradicting aren't we.


hello buddies, i'm here for you girls & guys.
to abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz, loads of hugs, i'll keep ya'll in my prayers.

everyth happens for a reason, we might not know it now, but one day we will. that one day might come in an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year, ten years, or the second before we die, but everyth happens for a reason, never doubt that there's someth better planned for us after everyth bad that we've gone through.

karo feels (-fills in the blanksssssssssssss)
you're not the only one girl.



rendered speechless for once in my life, i didn't know what to do, what to say.





through small talk bonds are made. i call him my good friend even though we only say 1 or 2 similar sentences to each other, we don't even really talk about our troubles to each other, but when i was sad, he had my back. wasn't too good wiv words, but the effort he put in, not to ask what happened, but to make sure i was fine proved the phrase more than words. & everytime he starts a scary msg, i get so freaked out that i msg him once every half an hour to make sure he's fine. a good friend ? a slap on the back, a shared ipod, a leaf each time, criticising each other's taste, talking about totally random things.
friendship is made so easily (:
there are jst those individuals who you can jst be there for & now they've got your back as well, especially in the opposite sex, but yet, he isn't your boyfriend & he'll never be your boyfriend, jst a hao peng you.





& love is the strongest prove of an everlasting friendship & a lil more, :D it took way more than courage for us to end up this way love ! :D
bi peng you geng hao de peng you & yet we're more than that, so much more ! :D




it's time for bed, i've got a hot date tmr ! -sizzles ! :DDDD




p/s don't bother guessing who i'm talking about, you'll never get it.


throw me a lifeline
10:54 PM

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