Trying to find the feelings…
Sunday, July 8th, 2007To remake the story once I had.
It’s only half complete…
All i need is that feeling again…
To finally…
Archive for July, 2007
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Pony tailed girls turns me on.
Soon In 6 days.
Friday, July 6th, 2007In exactly 6 days, 2 hours and 43 mins.
I’m in the Naval Base in Changi.
Wish that everyone will be will and madly running about without me. =D
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Thursday, July 5th, 2007I once was one with you.
You’re gone.
My head hurts everytime I thought of you.
My hand hurts because I let you go.
My shoulder hurts because it never felt so light after you’re gone.
My legs hurt because I never chased after you even when you’re gone.
My eyes hurt because I’ve never looked upon you anymore.
My mouth hurts because I’ve never kissed you ever so softly anymore.
My heart hurts because I’ve never gotten excited after you’re gone.
The life in this world is still revolving around me.
My life revolves around in this world still.
But now.
For a certain reason.
I’ve got a meaning to fly up higher than I should ever do.
Because I must search for you again.
Over.
And over.
Till we’re one again.
