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Saturday, November 25, 2006

The unforgiving sun rays shine right into my eyes, but my eyes are still tightly shut; for it is only this way I can remain calm. I look to the other side of the bed, and saw the reflection on my spectacles. There was still an image of you silently kissing me on my cheek, because you would always remove my glasses for me when I fell asleep on the bed.


Even if I have woken up, I refuse to open my eyes. I'm afraid that when the tears come, they'll swallow all my feelings up. I thought that when we made that promise to each other, I would hear the blissful blessings from our friends. Time didn't let me wait for the time to be with you, to be in your loving arms, so that we could count the bright shining stars in the night sky together. But you already left me, and love does not perservere. Actually I wasn't your only one.


I shut my eyes once again, and take a deep breath. I don't want to think about you in the Night. Little did I expect to see you in the Day, in the arms of another. A drop of tears coursed down my cheek, and I couldn't breathe for a moment, for I am unable to accept such an ending to a beautiful story. There was a time we could talk about everything under the sky, from nigh till dawn.

Now, we can do nothing about love.

it's Saturday, November 25, 2006 now


scatter the petals





runaway doll
this.is.my.forlorn.book.of.spilled.crimson. Athena
generation scorpio 1986
dreaded smugger undergrad
hymms: lisa ono/clazziquai/timbaland/mayday/F.I.R./fish leong
scriptures: virginia andrews//dogs//hollywood gossip//shopping at brick & mortar and clicking online
aisle: cafe with caramel and chocolate//savannah rhino pool//esplanade by the river
tea: cheesecake//donuts//ice-cream//bread pudding//brownies//crumble


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  • shar
  • ping
  • rong
  • tiff
  • ru
  • steven
  • georgia
  • best
  • honboon
  • cheewee
  • alvin
  • marilyn

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    lasik surgery for nearly blind eyes
    Brown leather school bag
    GOT IT! Escada Moonsparkle
    eat dessert at Canele
    Blue polka dot bikini
    DID IT! dine at PS Cafe
    concealer
    vintage tote bag
    gold ballerina flats

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