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sense and sensibility
Tuesday, 10 April 2007

it was so hard to continue smiling the whole day.. i mean, being cheerful is tiring too you know.

the commonest sense
is to keep silent
in the presence of the object
driving you crazy

i'm so tired. that this is gonna be quite a short post.

laugh through my tears
smile in my agony
because emotional hurt, like physical pain,
can be compartmentalised and locked away.

was being emo in chinese.

I'm simply gonna walk and not persue, for it is folly to run after what was never mine. i dream of a future and have hopes for the present. the past was beautiful and hold the fondest memories. so i brush away the stereotypes and hope you do too, for love is defined by us, never by them. i have a dream of who you are, and i'm gonna find out if its real.. have a nice day.

8:31 pm