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Sunday, April 29, 2007

The saddest thing I've found out about me, I don't capture happy times into photos anymore. The best thing I can ever do - not taking any photos when I'm happy. Because I don't want to cry over them anymore if I were to lose anything or something in the picture I'm in. Or worst - losing the whole picture. Oh my god, many things happened over this elapse of time making it seem so long , making this few months look so packed. And how many friends have I made to replace those I've lost, how many have I seek when I'm on the verge of tearing and how many have made me how I am today ; I can't list all out.





Other than the sad fact of how DEEPLY did I hurt that person, other things that happened are blessings so close to my heart. I've slowly learned not to 868 everyday , and the gang of people I see now can easily be shoved to a '2-day and meet' thing. They aren't as addictive as in the past because I know even I see them for a minute a week they are still there for me. And maybe if not for what happened that time , I wouldn't have met up with Wendy, I wouldn't have met up with Peck Ki, I wouldn't have met up with Cecilia, Alisa and Beng. And I wouldn't have realized I have so many friends to meet up with, and chat our hearts over Pokka Green Tea. But at the end, I still find my sighs heavy, lucky not heavier. Woo, and I see colours that I've never realized before.







Damn it , I didn't know who's first in it but I'm bent on changing my picture with a new caption. 2 dumb arses with the same structure of it, and a fcuking shyt with a similar caption at the picture! And changing picture = Time . ZZZ.

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