At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Tuesday, December 15
Last blogged @ 1:49 PM




i want yesterday to happen again!
everything was perfect.

eventhough we were searching for
macdonalds around orchard, walk for
hours, all of us had fun.

i like.
:)

hahahaha.
maybe there's people who is jealous
by looking at me and him.
but, wth? we don't care.

i love yesterday.
yeay! wait, double yeay.
yeay! yeay! :}