Thursday, February 22, 2007
Friend or Just Friend
logged ; 1:45 AM
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Are you happy with what you have?
Everyone has their own love story. Nobodys does know how it going start, how it going to end. Fate come whenever it like, goes whenever it want. Love is something not everyone can look thru, one can give everything in it, while else cant. Easy to enter love world, yet so hard to get out. Studying so much never will lead you to true love, neither understand about it.
Love need not to have so much reason, just one true love.
logged ; 9:43 PM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Sick. Flu.
Again falling sick. Seem like getting weaker day by day.
Day pass day, just like wind blow pass, nothing will stop. Life full of dream, dream with emptiness, emptiness filled the heart.
logged ; 6:19 AM
Saturday, February 03, 2007
MOODY.
One word that can describe the day. Dont know what happen. Everything seem black and white. This feel so familiar, but yet dont know when has it come across before.
Tired but aint sleep.
Hungy but aint eating.
When the cold wind blows, walking down the street, looking round the quiet road, finding yourself alone in no where.
logged ; 9:16 AM
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Friend or Just Friend
logged ; 1:45 AM
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Are you happy with what you have?
Everyone has their own love story. Nobodys does know how it going start, how it going to end. Fate come whenever it like, goes whenever it want. Love is something not everyone can look thru, one can give everything in it, while else cant. Easy to enter love world, yet so hard to get out. Studying so much never will lead you to true love, neither understand about it.
Love need not to have so much reason, just one true love.
logged ; 9:43 PM
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Sick. Flu.
Again falling sick. Seem like getting weaker day by day.
Day pass day, just like wind blow pass, nothing will stop. Life full of dream, dream with emptiness, emptiness filled the heart.
logged ; 6:19 AM
Saturday, February 03, 2007
MOODY.
One word that can describe the day. Dont know what happen. Everything seem black and white. This feel so familiar, but yet dont know when has it come across before.
Tired but aint sleep.
Hungy but aint eating.
When the cold wind blows, walking down the street, looking round the quiet road, finding yourself alone in no where.
logged ; 9:16 AM