there are pockets of time, moments in my days, when nothing matters but the image of you, smiling at me, pouting at me, even just a staring at me. it wraps me up.It throws me so high up. that the feeling of falling back down makes me sleepy
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exams... dying. :(
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and there's nuthn to kwento.. you know this kwento already.. story of my life. MWAHHAHA im writing a paper.. DIE DIE DIE> just anyhow Chiong. hahahah..miss u guys in singapore..
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