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Thursday, May 13, 2010
How many days when the youth shouts ends, How many days before the old shouts regret. @ 11:41 PM

I am tired, really tired.
Tired of the people around me to only think of themselves, think about how it hurts and everything. Why can't some of them think of someone else first before themselves?

Anyway, this aside.

Going to malaysia, prolly a good thing after all, i feel so tired and yet i am thankful for the remaining things, like God, Shepards, FRIENDS , mates and events.

I want to convey thanks and heartfelt words to J & C. Both of you touched me greatly, though i know you two have your own stuffs to handle, nonetheless i am still thankful.

By the way,i decided to give up. If anything were to leave it is meant to be, and if what is what i am meant to have then it will be. :)

Another way of living i shall follow. Besides i always have been this way for love, and why not everything now.

Loves suie.
Leaving here.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.