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Saturday, March 06, 2010
Skating down the fork. @ 2:25 AM


I feel Naked.
I feel Muted.
Prolly that means i am Dazed.

Yeah. I guess i am.

Well, well. Haven been blogging these days, almost a week or two. :)
Not saying that i don't have the time too. Just that i haven got my thoughts sorted out.

They say: If you expect too much, you get disappointed even further.

I say: If you don't expect, you get nothing out of it.

But sometimes, when i fantasize, i can't help but to think that hey.. It will not happen.
Boo.

More about the past days. Went shopping, slacking and rollar blading!!! :)
Super happie happie happie!

Today, i went around places and lugged like super heavy stuffs home. Got home and ended up showering twice. Gawd. {Let's not talk about it}

Additional points:
I am excited about michelle's birthday.
I am nervous about her birthday too.
I hope for success in it!

BOO... And and... Sh!t i forgot what i was suppose to type. See nar michelle, i forgot what i wanna type because of your stuffs!

Alrights gotta scoot off. :) Tralalas!


P/s: i see what i see, and you see what you see. That is prolly why till now we don't click. :)



When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.