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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

boy meets girl
girl trusted boy
promises were made
never to leave her alone
in every where she goes
there will be him

beautiful love story?
some says in every start of a relationship
it will be very sweet
boy told girl
it will be sweet through out
but
time changes all
soon in girl’s heart
she could never rely on guy
for he stopped listening and caring
in every single night
she cries alone as
she misses him.
isn't that kind of true? (: im no longer silly like how i used to.

utterly expiry photos below.
i'm so reluctant to post up photos recently, give me more time.
more photos will be up, i promised.

tired myself out is the best therapy for insomnia, as long as i'm sleepy.
somehow i feel, things will get better after all dingdong things that happen.
shall blog once im back home.
ciaos o:


supposingly to be artistic ._. i love my photographer o:

isn't that gorgeous?


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