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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

For quite a while i thought my tears dried up already.
But the show Turn Right Turn Left trigger my tears again.
This is the 2nd time i see this show.
But this time round it seemed more touching.
Destiny has been the one manipulating everything.
I simply teared when i saw both of them listening to the telephone machine and Gigi Leong said that even gotta wait for another 13 yrs to see him, she's happy too. At least can see him.
And the moment the both of them saw each other and hugged, i cant help crying.
Seeing this scene, i really hope to give him a biggest hug too..
*dream*

Torrent of tears racing through my eyes when i thought the day the ben's and Jerry ice cream delivered to my house.
Most memorable one.
Simply Cried myself to sleep.
1st time after so long again. It just came back. Everything.

Sometimes destiny just like to play around with us.
Last sat WJ still told me not to think of that he's giving excuse.
Frankly speaking, i never think that its an excuse, just feel that everything is not real. Fake.
It seemed near and real but now everything seemed abit far and fake.
Just like the photos and the smses i took out to take a look.
Perhaps at that point its real.

Got Once my fren ask me why my blog always like so sad?
Because by blogging is the only way i can vent my frustration out.
I doesnt wanna tell my frens abt it, even the close ones.
Because i do not want to be a want to be a weakling in front of them.
I still want to be strong and does not want them to say
"hey be like him, put it down and get it over fast. "

But in fact i'm not as strong as i thought i will be.


"Life is full of concidences. Even two Parallel lines might meet each other someday."