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Thursday, December 07, 2006

It sky is so beautiful. The clouds of the convention climate which spells rain down sets clear the sky these very days. It's like telling me another story unfold. Another love soon. Maybe true, or not. When clouds opens up and portray the sunlight braving through at the sky, isn't is so much like golden powder being spread upon Earth. And what's the last thing I'll have? Unhappiness.





All of my days, I want to praise and give strength to one who puts in effort in just putting a simple touch to make me smile, even a grin. Sometimes it's hard to make things clean, that she actually feels the truth that I'm actually contented with her doings. The only flaw I made wrong, I don't know myself. I know I don't want to lose you, and I have to get through somehow, but I don't know how to tell. I joke everyday, I crap like putting nose shit in my mouth or maybe Ivan's that my words are of no sincere weighings. I tell everyone I'm so handsome but no one believes. Because I crap every now and then.





Who will term something simple and sweet " Just for you" for me? It's like stupidity strike upon my numb mouth to prove some sort of appreciation, but not that I don't appreciate. So long after a cold period, there's nothing more than the feelings I'm always basking in. Especially when it's from you. Nothing to be picked on the things you did, nothing to be fussy on. Nothing makes your efforts go unappreciated because I am here. Thank you, so sorry and I stay true.













I'm dead serious now.
*I love you and I care. Tell me you need me, I'll be there.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[12:42 AM]