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    • Shien.


    Yeeshien, 17.

    Attached to my sexy 唐定杰.

    Music.





    Wednesday, March 04, 2009 - 8:46 PM
    Down.

    It seems like everyday wasn't a good day for me. Went home early today, cause i don't feel like slacking with such a mood.

    Mother came home informing me that i need to go back to Malaysia on Friday or Saturday. Because my great grands passed away. Once i didn't update or online, it means i have went to Malaysia already.

    I have got the urge to talk to you now, yet you're not there. What i'm feeling now, it just proved to me, how much you meant to me. Till now, then i have realised. Knowing how much it hurts to look back at the past, looking at your old photos. I thought i have let go of you, i thought it wouldn't hurt anymore.

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