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Monday, September 19, 2011
Regrets. @ 8:44 AM

I still remember once a time i told myself to live life without regrets. To live the moment.
I don't know if eating at night was a right choice. Gosh.
I suppose me have to do it again tmr. Not eating supper. 

Carrying on. There have been  a particular thing going on my mind, And even though i have not found the person in which i can share my passion and thoughts with, (i know its my fault too) but i guess i can share it with my Lord. 

I hope everything turns out good. And though maybe the road might get airier and more milestones, but i will strive hard and do my best to work smart too, 

Singing to my king. :)

Okay, i have to go already. :)


Toodles. 
Some times i thank my friends to much. Some times humble, some times arrogant. Some times too straight forward. As much as i appreciate honesty and candidness, i do get appalled by it some times. But its good stuff for relationship; Most of the time. 

Loves suie.

p/s: i can't tell you how i feel, because all you can say is that's just her. But i ain't phony, i am just too real for you to believe. 

When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.