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花开时,总有花落时。
every good thing will run its end.
every adventure will run its end.
every season will run its end.
d season i looked forward to,
d season i experienced,
d season i never wanna end,
d season tat belonged to two unique individuals,
has finally walked its end.
"就算七个月后,我要离开你
我还是想多留下一点,你和我的记忆。
因为这可能是我一生中,
不会再有的.... 最幸福的七个月。"
一直当他的守护者,守护着他。
当守护者不再当他的守护者的时候,
他会察觉到吗?他会不舍吗?
感觉不会骗人。
可是我不想再唱一半的情歌。
学着珍惜眼前被爱的幸福
而不再叹息不可能的未来。
the ION is pretty cool. 4 levels underground somemore.
they got the idea from my church? ha. haA.
i went in d morning to get chocos.
it was crowded.
i went in the night for dinner.
it was even more crowded.
it's huge. worth exploring more.
i love my grandma.
d wk i was so sick, she cooked porridge for me everyday.
she wld call me a dozen times and bring food over to my place.
she brewed cheena herbs which she knew i totally hate.
forced me to drink down every bit of it.... like how she always
did it since i was a little kid under her care.
and i learned how to cook braised chicken from her.
manN, there's still a dozen things i wanna learn from her....
there's so much i wanna do for her too, now that i'm able to.
i love my grandma.... so much.
if u've access to my personal thots - a.k.a my blog
u will know i am an IT engineer. right? HA. HA. HA. HA.
i intro-ed myself as that to some new ppl i met and crap.
one started asking me all the IT technical terms.... !
that was a freak. but learning to bluff is a part of me that has
been unwittingly trained up towards those whom i block access to.
had a wonderful night on some unexpected night.
u know how u meet some people and u know right away,
they can never be more than friends. or worst still, u wish
u will never meet them and they will never call u out again. HA!
but there will be some, or perhaps one, whom u meet,
perhaps, in a million of all the new faces u interact with....
u r drawn to knowing more, u r drawn to staying real close to....
that individual could be the one....
the special one you spent dinosaur years in hibernation for (:
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