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Sunday, December 18, 2011

hmmm...

Life..oh life..oh life.. dududududu...

When Desiree sang that song, I kinda didn't understand why she (or the song writer) made the lyric like that.  But going through the days actually I sometimes said that term.. oh life... followed by sighing or even put my hands on face :)

Indeed life is strange.  No matter how solid I am with a decision, I can get switched easily by an event or thought or just a simple smile.  Isn't it showed stupidity?  Well maybe.. 

Okay.. this feels like a stupid writing now that I have to stop :)

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

And What Do You Expect From Me Now?

Do you wanna know what I am scared of?  I am scared of everything!  I am scared to move!  I am scared to breathe!  I am scared to touch you.  I can't lose you.  I won't survive.  And that's your fault.  You made me love you.  You made me let you in, and then you treat me like this...

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Sunday, December 04, 2011

And I Start to Beg...

...for God to turn back time so that I can prepare myself better to lose you.  So that I would stand strong when these stormy days happen.  So that I had more strength to love you no matter what..

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