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Thursday, August 21, 2008, 1:35 AM

i can't tell you how happy i feel to have you back. the happiness of having you back is like losing something so precious and finding it back when you least expect to find it. and i just don't believe how much you've been through these 3 months. again, you've proved yourself as the strong girl i always knew. now, you've got me worrying for you. i can't help it but to think what are the possibilities that may happen or may not happen, i'm freaking out together with you. and again, i repeat, i'm WORRIED. the last thing i need is to see you get hurt. i'll be there girl, sticking with you always. and i'm going to drag you to the temple soon!!

so what do you call it, pure love or lust? cause if it's love, please explain to me, how does your heart allow you to hurt the person who was your life?



there's not much happening in my life because it's the holidays. 2 more weeks of holidays and back to school again. FYP has officially started and there's so much of research to do. back to burning the midnight oil, since i study the best at odd hours.




have i ever told you?
the simple words that you mention gives me butterflies, leaving me speechless.
makes my heart skip a beat, leaving me to smile to myself.
i love you, baby. =)