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16 October 2005

baby turtle, your shoulders were just fine. you were nice to hug. ilu.(:

i can't help to feel disappointed with myself.
"God will make a way, when there seems to be no way."
but forever is in your hands. what happens after the way's paved? it boils down again to you. the memories of mugging real hard etched in my mind. i have lots of regret. but the worse that could have been done was to say, "if only...". i hear the ticking clocks, i was deprived of everything. a bitter pill. it ain't my forte to just sit and cry; self-reflecting hoever caused this. i wasn't sure where i was heading to.

that night i sat down thinking whatever went so wrong, i realised it was myself. i was disabled. disability to express myself, to tell you what i really wanted. while i prayed hard to God to grant me determination and strength, my heart wasn't with what i was doing. i was nothing but a wondering soul. whatever made me set my expectations so high? i think it was the past, i'm now assured by my decision. expectations need not be altered because of a day that was totally ruined, it was my mindset. a total fiasco.
"i could not handle the books, neither could i handle you. it was as bad as i've felt"

but turtles, you animals always make my day worth it all. i wouldn't know what to do if everything went on without you turtles. iluturts.(: seeing you guys everyday gives me strength to just carry on.(: to AV, i can't describe how much you really mean to me. but i really wanna thank you for just being arnd when it's freinds' day.
(: baby and darling papa, eating sessions and goin crazy round town have always been the best on a lonely night. ilove our family.(: mama will tryta sleep less. *pinking promise.

flying turtles so rawk my life.((:

7:45 PM


wendy
twenteen
sajc uoL



when the tough gets going
just keep walking