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Saturday, May 26, 2007
a part of me died ;


thanks fiona, i love you so much. deeply appreciated!
random!
fiona took a picture of my wallet.


cheers!


candid!


thinking..


FIONA.


joey took this!


the after-process of shopping..


now she's here


now she's gone


tadah!






went out with FIONA today. i loved NYDC's irish cream mudpie, made with baileys! oh love.
bought my shorts and "little miss chatterbox" t-shirt.
met yanling, peizhi & pearline on the way to fareast. bank's dying.
ANYBODY WANA GO FOOD FAIR WITH ME?!!!
anybody please, dig my eyes out.
somebody just broke my heart like always.
somebody lied like always
somebody is what i wana forget entirely
yes, its that somebody that i once loved so deeply.
but now, its the real time to take it away & out of me.
dont worry about me doing anything, cause this time round, i give up chasing.
a part of me really died.
bye and hello new.
bye world.





10:18 AM
 i stayed up nightsuntil the stars leave the skies.



reach my prismic soul.

Joey Wan
250890
VESPERIAN' i am.
i fly & shine with my mates
You'r on my heart just like a tattoo.
xoxo.


Unconditional desires.

To Tibet.


travel.


Make an Online Now Count



hear me.

Now Playing : Teardrops On My Guitar.

By : Taylor Swift.



Those words.


rewind.
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credits.

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