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Making memories
I honestly doubt ANYBODY is going to see this. It's been such a long time since I've posted. If this blog were an actual tangible thing like a book, it'd probably be caked in dust. Bleah
Wanted to immortalise these memories somehow. You people mean the world (and more) to me <3 Let's stay together till we are 100! (seeing as human life expectancy ( Read more... ) -
a thousand years
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
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January
2012 hasn’t been kind so far. I feel miserably tired even though it’s only February. So much for love in the air when it’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t know why I’m so upset over everything though. It feels like nothing will ever touch me the same way again.
January in a glance for whoever’s still reading this dusty cyberspace.
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hello 2012
Wah this is so annoying this is my third time typing. -.-
AS I WAS SAYING, once again I feel obliged to post and usher in the new year. But I don’t think I will regret doing it anyway so yeah. 2011 has been a crazy year with many many firsts in my 17 years of living, and to be honest, I don’t like it at all bleh. I HATE having to move out of my ( Read more... ) -
I feel inclined to post
I feel inclined to post because I HAVE MY OWN PICTURES NOW!! yay. And because I wanted to post about something else but one sentence seemed too short to be posted alone.
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after coming to hwachong, i realised how unconnected (gramatically incorrect?) i was ( Read more... ) -
my favourite thing.
Experience is a brutal teacher. But we learn. My god, do we learn.
-- C.S Lewis
I used to like to play with my father's razor. It fascinated me, with those serrated edges that could break skin yet once meeting a chin slathered with shaving cream, expertly removed a night's worth of stubble, leaving no mark at all.
I decided to do more than stare at ( Read more... )
