17 May 2008
sometimes, we obviously do hope things never change. inevitably, that never happens.
please erase all thoughts of me forgetting you. the missing will NEVER cease.
i hate accounting and i miss the boy in the field and his little pood.
i've been wondering, ten years down the road when i read back on these posts am i still going to remember everything that i am trying put across here? the content are all so damn vague.
at times there's really this urge to spell every single detail but there's this odd sense of fear that other's will know what's up in my life.
alright, please in the first place who reads.
JL: eh, so what are you up to this weekend? next paper's in one weeks' time.
W: err.. i think i am heading out with my mommy.
JL: huh? why every week also mommy?
i got no friends. sigh.
HAHAH.