Entry 16/11/08
Breakfast 1200- zui kuey
Dinner 2330- Black carrot cake

Dear blog

I'm at lost for words. Some stuffs words can't describe. It's like once you know the dangers or possibilities of some things happening to your friend, but they just don't heed your advice or accept your help in any way. Then when trouble actually hit them, you'll have this nostalgic yet anguish feeling.

I hate you. I hate memories, and i hate thinking.

Tears fell swiftly as soon as the phone was picked up 15 seconds. Did you know what flashed through my head? The hug that i received on that faithful day...

Emotionally stress
If music is thy food of love,
let me be a composer...

I want it all (want it all). But i would give it all to you :)

Signing out