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Saturday, September 26, 2009, 10:05 PM

Only the person you love the most has the ability to cause the most harm

Hey.
It's been very long.
It's been really hectic. I don't even know why.
I miss all the happiness around me. It's selfish, I know.
idon'twantthis.
Right.
Promised lots of photos for Rainie.
That annoying sister (:
Hahahaa, I just came home from ______ :D
Having a horrible hangover headache.
I know, Tiffany would kill me. But seriously, She does that too.
Anyway, I want to private my blog.
Because the photos are just seriously embarrassing.
Grandmother's birthday :D
Happy belated birthday grandma!

Oh, and you can see weijie's spastic :D hahaha, he stole my glasses O:

Me and Stephanie. You can see my piercing here, finally, Rainie gets to see it :D Weijie must be going Gaga over this photo. Cough, head over heels in love.
Right, I shall end this post. Bye.


Nathan, I miss you bro even more than you'll ever know.


______________,
it hurts so much you know.
I can't control my emotions.
I can't contain them together anymore.
I thought I c0uld keep it a secret.
But I'm tired, really tired.
It's like a torture to me.
Every smile, every laugh, every glance,
Every thought.
It's stupid and selfish.
But look,
we should face it.
We should have the courage.
But..
I guess, its not meant to be.
I __ you.


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