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Sunday, February 10, 2008


I remember when you used to know when I was hurting.

I remember when you used to know I needed understanding.
There used to be a time when I wasn't questioned.
There used to be a time when I wasn't pushed aside.



I remember when you took the time to go to a quiet place to talk with me.
There used to be a time when my feelings weren't laughed at.
There used to be a time when I wasn't taken for granted.



Do you remember?
Or am i just another passing figure in your life?
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tomorrow will be the start of a promising, forgettable week for me. how nice.



watched Just Like Heaven on VCD this afternoon. it was hilarious, especially when drew barrymore tried to get mark ruffalo out of her (and his) apartment. but the ending was sweet. lols.



to lighten things up, i'm currently crapping with umai. i love her lah seyy. when you put me and her together, we never fail to end up crapping. hiahiahia. tonight, we received 'wedding invitations' from Princess Kena Baling and her groom, akutakRELA. HAHAHA. sorry rid, kitaorang sakat kau lagi. get well soon ehk?



anyway, the 'wedding invitation', courtesy of yours truly. (background image courtesy of luckyoliver.com) :




now i'm off to pack my stuffs to attend the royal wedding of the milennium. all the flights are full, so i guess i'll have to settle for akutakRELA's carriage that's specially catered to moi and umai, his bosses. kwang3.

is this the feeling i need to walk with?
tell me why i can't be there where you are
there's something missing in my heart
you are missing in my heart

10:48 pm

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