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addictive

Not every drop of water in all the vast oceans, Or every drop of dew and all precipitations,
Not every grain of sand in every desert be, Enough to convey how much you mean to me.
When i just can't stop smiling, and i still get butterflies in my stomach,
and that huge smile across my face every time, Enough to convey how much you really mean to me.
Something about you is so addictive.

Sunday, October 18, 2009, 11:55 PM


Wondering why i've not been updating this blog for quite long? Because i'm such a lazy ass to post. Haha. Nope. I was planning to post it today. Since school starts in hours to go. So called feeling so 'enthusiastic'. To be frank, i'm so not in the mood to take the crowded MRT and bus every single day. With all kinds of attitude around, goosh i could have a high blood pressure attack. LOL. Anyway, work was great just now. Its been quite awhile since i took pictures of the kids. They are so adorable and sweetttt. I guess everyone of us were like that once right? Haha.
Oh, you know what?
I'm starting to love painting.
:))


So i didn't prepare anything yet for school. Not even anything. Tomorrow morning will do i guess.

Nights everyone.


Numbness of everything, vague memory of what's happening.

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