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Thursday, October 18

Some things are not at all what it is made out to be. On the appearance it looks like this. But once you peel off the above layer, you see a totally new image. I've long since heard of this, but never really seen it. Maybe I just haven really been exposed to situations like that.




I've often wondered if the people whom i trust them with my secrets are really credible...but that I'll will never know, unless one day I am proven wrong in my judgement.




Which, obviously i hope not. Argh, suddenly cant help but think bout emo stuffs.





I have loads of questions for you. Questions I don't even know if you can answer, questions I don't know if I even want to know. Some things are best left as it is I guess. Shun qi zi ran bah...





Im just wondering again, why do all good things come to an end? I suppose thats the way it is, if they don't come to an end, we'll never know to appreciate what is good. Which just makes me wanna hum the song....lovers to friends, flames to dust...why do all good things come to an end...



Bleah. Cant think of anything to say liao... And i cant stand my back facing the living room. I feel like my dad's coming to yell at me any time soon. ...

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