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Sunday, October 14, 2007
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yesterday was a torture, when truth dawned upon me, i just felt like it was the end of my world. how i wished i never knew.

THE PAINFUL TRUTH.
baby, anybody else could treat me anyway they want, but the last thing i hope was to hear that from you-- our love was so shallow, it couldn't withstand anything. nothing.

i thought we could change things. but yesterday proved that maybe a breakup was better that way. i'd miss the way we wake up in each other arms, saying "i love you honey" and i would reply " i love bunny"

THOSE WERE THE DAYS.
but we lost it along the way. and we couldn't go back in time to retrieve. now, i would dream every night for a miracle to happen, because i miss those times, won't you?

once upon a time, infatuation turned into love,
the countdown of 2007, swimming in jurong east, eating poor man's food, macdonald's for supper, rocket stunt to pacify me, the tango stunt, carrying me for 10 seconds, monopoly until imake sure i win, poker at 3am, crash dash until dawn of the next day, chicken rice for 7 consecutive days, bargaining with western food auntie, calling you from 12pm till 7pm, shopping, eating in bugis hawker centre, the roses, the cards, the anniversaries, banquet, cycling, walk to 888, there's so many things, i would never forget.

u can wash it all away in a week, i can't.
sorry bunny, for all the things i never did right.

but u're forever my bunny, my couchpotato, my fisherboy.
u'll be one of the chapters in my life, a big one. :)
i love you :)

{ go to hell } 11:23 PM

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name:apple mei


wishlist
birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*

l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please

2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)

3.wait till i think of stuff

lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...


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i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn