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Monday, January 7, 2008

staring at stars is like staring backwards in time; since some stars are so far away that their light takes million of years just to reach us, we see stars not as they look now but as they were when dinosaurs roamed the earth.
if i can really stare backwards in time,i
wish that i could see a more beautiful world..
why do we have to keep going forward and never look back?
how can we be so sure that we haven`t left any precious memories behind?

recently i have a feeling that i have missed some part of myself been slacking and wasting my time at hm after i hv quit my job.. went to collect my pay this afternoon ..not to mention the sad amount i recieved:((

personal here
anyways i'm really sorry about wat i did
didn't know that you wld be so dissappointed
promise ,it won;t happen again^^
thanks for being understanding ,love you

♫ you`re still a part of everything i do,

you`re on my heart just like a tattoo.. ♫

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