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Friday, October 9, 2009


theveryfirstdayofour2ndmonth.


Pardon me for my Horrible grammar/ vocab  and etc. I'm stunt to the fact the my english has deteriorate. Simple spelling in fact is horrendous for some unknown reason.My results for the second term sucks balls. Considering the fact i studied. Oh wells. ..... My iphone got stolen. If i catch the mofo who took it i will scratch his penis of his balls.. if that actually makes sense. 

Its been a funny week. All the raging hormones. Ex's reunion kinde thing.  It was nice in some ways. So, we are officially together... Ah huh. 

Happy 1 month anniversary, baby (; 

Its been a wonderful month and i appreciate and cherish every single moment we spent and will spend together.

Like you told me. You never know what would happen in future. All is unpredictable and so i learnt that fact and i guess im starting to put my hopes slightly lower although i don think its really working.. I mean i know i shouldnt but i just do. I really don know. Im sitting at the balcony looking at the sky. It looks well rather plain ..

The sky always gets me thinking.Thinking about you now baby (; And well i miss you for a reason? No. No reasons. Or perhaps yes.! There is a reason to it. .. Maybe its because i love you. Well can you call that a reason? Or maybe its not. Why is it love. WHat is love? Questions leads to questions and well never ending questions... 

The birds are chirping and the Beatles are flying across my balcony .. 

i have questions to my love. But at the same time i want to love and put in my all to it. I want to nurture it and also prove some of the others wrong. 




 Love is just like playing the piano. First you have to play by the rulles.
Than you play with your heart & also play however it tells you too.