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Wednesday, October 24, 2007'♥

-come, sweeten every afternoon.-

when you are the only one who makes me feel that it's only yesterday that i held your hand for the first time-
when you take the effort to wake up a little earlier to make breakfast after a late night-
when you and your folks go beyond the miles to curb my midnight durian cravings-
when you indulge me in all my wayward eating habits and tantrums-
when you are seemingly the one whom i have endless conversations with-
when you are always the one who grabs my laundry and towels from the maid-
when your patience never seems to wear out with my lyrical handicaps-
when you can never stop thinking of buying me wallets,clothes and bags in every single shop that we are in-
when my girlfriend tells me you are for keeps-
when you tell me that you are already saving up for that promissory band-
when you always remember to ask me if i will be your girlfriend every single morning-
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when it's 2 hours and 52 mins to our monniversary-

i think you would agree,

this honeymoon period cant feel any longer.


i <3 you, huns.

8:42 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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theng. yy. greg. elvin. weidong. leong.s shan. mich. sharon. nana. huisien.


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