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  • Shien.


    Yeeshien, 17.

    Attached to my sexy 唐定杰.

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    Tuesday, April 21, 2009 - 10:13 PM
    Reality.


    Just looking back at my old photos. It's amazing I have gotten so far. Looking at our laughter, those days, those bond. It's what i missed, but it will never be the same. It will be the best part of my memories. Take care, my friends. *Don't get stunned, seeing this photo here.

    I know some people really concerned about me. A lot people drifted away from me. Jefferson, Xiaoqin, Tabitha. I missed those times, you would listen to me. Peilin, Loojing and Zhian, I never thought we could be closer than normal friends, I do treasure the times we're together.

    I'm sorry for the cold shoulder I gave you. I don't want to disturb you and I wanted to give you some space of your own. But, I didn't know you felt/think more than that. Will you and me have the future of ours? The insecurity.

    Reality and dreams could never be on the same line. Sometimes it hurts to face reality, but being given no choice. This doesn't refers to anyone, just my thoughts.