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Saturday, March 17 ♥


i can hear the wind murmuring,
wondering where you've gone.
tried to compose songs,
but it seems that my songs turned mute.
whats happening to me.




sing to me
once again
how you used to
in old days

anyways.
i went to CYCLE!
haha.
just now at ard 8 till like 9 plus plus?
wasnt looking so was like 'hit' by a car?
darn funny.
then the guy said some vulgar words.
i was like oookkk.
'consumed' some bruises.
oh wells.
had nice time cycling.
alone.
with the songs.
wah sei.
not emo wht.
till al called.
then talked till reached home.
yeah.
anyway tomorrow is NUS concert.
cant wait.

♥remembered yesterday @ 11:38 PM


I LOVE YOU

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I WANT YOU

please.


SCREAM

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