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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Tuesday, April 7, 2009 @ 2:29 PM

It's not a good sign when I want to `think through things`, cause I'll get emo-y and cry at everything. So stop me if I say that. But sometimes, don't stop me S:

I realised many things over these 2 weeks. I understood misery, and I understood selfless.

There're somethings so private I can't blog about, because it not only involves me, but 2 other people I love too. Sometimes, I wish I can just shoot everything out. Blabber it all out. I'd feel much better. Ohwell, nobody would understand anyway.

Sometimes, I still miss you, a lot.


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