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Sunday, August 29, 2010
There is always this feeling you can't beat. @ 9:16 AM

Right, i am so glad at least doing papers takes me off some distraction. {except from dudu and T.O.P}

I am blogging because i am sad that, i don't understand why i put on weight. And sometimes lose it off so quickly. ;(
And, i find myself thinking of you. Like, missing you; Having this urge to call and talk to you. But whenever you text; well it hurts some times. Maybe because i expected something else(s).

JBaby say it's hardly that i ever say/hint that i liked/love/interested/take an interest on someone.
Really? *smiles* I like T.O.P & MingHo! =]

But for some reason, i have this inexplicable feeling, that i am feeling and i told her about it. Well. Maybe i am thinking too much. Simply because exams are nearing? I don't know. What i know is, i am seeing you tomorrow [Technically like nine hours later].

I really don't know how to explain or describe further; Maybe some day, some time, what i am looking for.. will surface by itself. :)

Loves;
Suie.

Logging off.





When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.