Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Even if my world is on the verge of dying, and a trillion of tear drops trickled profusely down the moon's eyes, I know I would be fine. Because I love you, still. Despite of your hurtful words that leaves my heart bleeding, I still love you, all the same. I have tried fighting against my feelings, but I lost the battle. I was defeated. In high hopes that things would lie down in place, they just ignored my wishes and swerved out of the road. When my heart just sunk into a bottomless pit..

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