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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Walkways. @ 7:09 PM

That morning was filled with anxiousness and the parade ended with excitement. Confetti and sparks was what left there, behind.
we sorta misused our pass and gotten passes and free rides. I'm feeling that we were entitled to, so it wasn't misused rather.
Afterwards was vetting. Goodman Centre. Seriously there is still much i have not been to in Singapore. Holidays will you come soon, i really miss you! :)

My current morning is dawning with voices, and many clicks. But i'm smiling. Because this morning an image set infront of me. Where morning light seeps through the grey clouds and nobody is watching. :)
I like times when i drift off alone. It may have been a lonely moment. But sometimes it is where i don't speak. I don't act. Where i disappear. Just seeming don't exist.



When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.