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Memories were fine,couldn't touch them
smell them,or hold them.
never same as the moment had been,
and they fade with time.
can't smile without you.
Saturday, December 6, 2008 10:58 PM

what is love? as far as i can tell it is passion, admiration and respect.
if you have two, you have enough. if you have all three,
you don't have to die to go to heaven.


and so,here i am lying still in bed and updating. great.
i'm still sick. today was my off day. spent bloody time at home!! HOME,YOU KNOW!
and tell you what,it's a bloody saturday lah! tssssk! but all for the sake of getting well.
oh well,i had my personal doctor to take care of me,without expenses. hehehehe!
thank you,baby.. for taking care of me today & for all the movie marathons and everything.
xoxo. i love you.


tomorrow is a sunday and i will be working despite me feeling sick again.
ugh. i hate sundays. and now,it's coming to the middle of the month already?!!!!
as much as i hate this year to end,i want a new year with a great start. hopefully..
if i had powers,i would definitely turn back time and relive all those moments back.
god. i miss them. i miss 2005,2006 and 2007. minus fucking jerks & bastards in between..
ditto! you'll get a perfect year. but sad,it's all fucking gone. ):


and if you really need him, fate won't let you lose him.
fate will bring him back. it may not be soon, but he'll come back.


and now,i need sleep or there would be no me jumping here & there tomorrow.
argh. i hate feeling weak. wait,how many times have i said that?
kay great. really time to goooo. i miss bestfriend. do you miss me,bestfriend?
for all i know,i really do. even if i don't say.
and you,dreaming of meeting you after 3 fucking years is truly not anticipating.
gonna be fucking awkward. like,how are you? fine. where do you work,now?
thanks. but no,thanks!


every girl needs that guy who she can wrap her arm around.
the one who will kiss her on the forehead when she's sleeping.
the one to wipe away her tears and tell her she's beautiful.
the guy who just doesn't compare to anyone else.


lovee;
efff.

yours truly;

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madee's babygirl,
you can call me;eff.

reading,writing,screaming,heels,sun,rain,snow.
gossip girl,books,tweeting,procrastinating,love.

MADEE;


The say people come and go.
But the truth is, no one really disappears from your life.
People never really leave, their roles just change.


effcullenbass.



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dearests;

Atika♥ AyuMe♥ Asmidah♥
Attica♥ Anisz Adam
Ana Ayie Aqila
Amirah Ayeen♥

Basitah* Blink2*

CHINONET♥

Didi dee bontot♥ DiyanaH*

EishaSyg♥ Eha♥ Eika*
Eeqa* Emira♥ Efaah♥
Enilda Eyscha EENA♥
Elyn EEN♥

FadiL Farzanna Faddy
Fizza FaraGerL* FaRa
farisha Fiza

Hwee Sian hidayah♥

InaLaling♥ IqahLULUK♥ IJA
Ifah♥ IdahC♥ Ida♥
Iysha* Iyliee♥ Irah

Jaja Jimmy♥ Jeraldine
Julee

Kynz Kathy

LAA'LAA♥ Liyana Linda
Lily♥

Mirshasha Mazleena♥
MsFitOt Minah♥ Minnie♥
Marina Maria♥ Mai
Myza

niNie♥ Nazhira♥ Nudity Nux*
nysa nanachica♥ Nana♥
Nadera♥ Niz Nadiah*
NurulNeaa Nuruz

Phyza♥ PeiJunn♥

Qiqi QiQi♥

Rabbit♥ Raz♥

Sarah SabbY Shaheila
Sheryl♥ Sheena♥ Shaminah
Sahidah Stark Skarlet♥
SHACUTE Screamcute Shan
Snake Sue♥ Shasha
Syira

Tiara wolfe TiTiVok

Umairah♥ Uda♥

vanoraa

wawakiss♥

yaNNur yaniee*

Zul♥ ZARA♥ Zuleira*
Zee Zaiii




hear it.


yesteryears;