At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Tuesday, December 1
Last blogged @ 1:53 PM


I woke up late today.
i guess i'm too tired yesterday
night and you should know what
i did.
hahahaa.

will be meeting Shimah later.
to Raffles and Vivo, i think.
yeay!

i have nothing much to say.
like really really uh.
lame sia have blog, but nothing
to say. pissed. HAHAHA.
okay, shuttup.



i realised, you're the first thing
in my mind everytime i woke up
in the morning.
wanting to hear your voice.
hear you laugh is like heaven.

i just want to know.
is this love?
or is it, feeling of love to a friend?

i'm not sure myself.