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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

To me, what comes a task ? It arrives at a point where delcare of my undying love to all to you. People understand it, but sadly you don't. In cries, who knows the true and iron-willed love I bestow on you? The world. In glaciers, who realises the importance of you by my side? I know. In tears, who uncovered the eager feel of holding your hand? My soul. But sadly, you don't. For every song that comes by, Going crazy-Nathalie, Crazy-Kci and JoJo, Till the end-April nine and MCR's reminds me of only recurring memories with you.

Going Crazy, yes you were indeed nonetheless crazy over this sweet and nice song. We listened to it with my 6670 held close to our ears and admired it together. Not wanting to disturb the passengers sleep, you ALWAYS softened the volume. Crazy by the duo,Kci and jojo, was the song only I like 'cos you rarely listened and paid much attention to it. Because I was always infatuated with thou love, that's why. Till the End, the best the none can grow to, because you thought I was lying to you when I claimed that the artist is April Nine, but in the end, you believed.

Every song reminds me clearly of you behaving in that cute way telling me , YES you love those songs. For what's a mistake ? A mistake is a wrong step taken and it's so reversible. Reversible with that chance and belief, tinged with feelings and love, that chance could be given. In my affectionate words I hope you are touch. The last day we took a photo, again a 9th. National day with you prettily dressed in red tube, with me shaggily in white collar Giordano you gifted me. The last songs you ripped from my phone, Flyway by Nelly and I forgot.


So what if I overlooked that minor song between us? The honourable love we used to envy others is well-kept and locked in my heart. Every where I go , your appearance surfaced because we went almost everywhere. I'm afraid to sleep alone. I'm afraid to go to 824 because there sets that tasty Ban Mian you loved. I'm afraid to go to Orchard, Bugis, because I always had you hand clinged to mine. Why can't I put aside this sweet love, because I never noticed the signs of the separation and I'm more than remorseful. Why can't I move on with life, because you are always claimed and treat like mine. Because you jewelled every single part of me. Because I love you. The time I'm going to give you doesn't means you can mistake it for me giving up for a patch, but a period whereby you can think over about the sincerity I hold inside me and showed to you. I'm going to die now. =)


Never comes once a quarrel is started by an individual. Never comes the day I'll stop loving you. Never comes the day where you really give up. Never, comes the day this is not a quarrel.


Please, to you I'm pleading, begging to you never once like a guy as the weaker sex, return to me, portray this silence as a quarrel. And we'll be back and kissing.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[11:35 PM]