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Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I've been searching for
A heart that needs a heart like mine
I've been reaching for
A hand that understands
I've been waiting for
Someone that I can love


I'm rotting at home today.
SAD SAD SAD LIFE.
AND I'M NOT STUDYING.
I EVEN WENT TO SLEEP JUST NOW.
GOSHHHHH.
Morale of the story: Never stay at home coz it equals slacking.

And I think I'm seriously mad.
Mad mad mad.
I'm like possessed or something.
I'm like all mixed up.
And maybe it's my sweetest pain.


Somebody to hold me when I'm lonely
Someone to tell my secrets to
Someone who's living for me only
Someone to give my whole world to

My mind's unweaving/ 3:09 PM

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Felicia.
Seventeen.
7th August.

the loves
My one and only.
Friends.
WHITE.
Small animals.
Singing.
Laughing.
Talking.
Card games.
(:

tagboard

links
Abah [Mummy].
Atiqah.
Charlene.
Charlotte.
Daniel Chu.
Daniel Foo.
Evelyn [g-granddaughter].
Fadilah.
Fawn [Bestfriend].
Filza.
Germaine.
Glenda.
Grace.
Jean.
JM.
Junying [Twinnie].
Jocelyn.
Kendra.
Liangting.
Matthew.
Priscilla.
Rachael Honks.
Rico.
Sarah Chua.
Sijie.
Wuss.
Xinni.
Yinqi.

credits
designer : kathleen
image : hiddenmemoryx
lyrics : It Ends Tonight/ AAR

A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

memories
April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
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July 2008