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Thursday, December 27, 2007
i gambled in this game called love.

i thought i can enjoy the few days of freedom but my mommy still checks on me through smses asking my sis what time did i reach home everynight while she's shopping till her legs sore in taiwan. why didn't she sms to my phone man, i kinda miss her.

although i'm freaking broke, i still managed to crawl out of my house and went shopping with my sis. and as usual..and when i got home my dad asked : "ah girl ah, you go buy clothes yourself isit? you got accompany jie jie go buy clothes anot? don't everytime run and disappear leh. "
then i go : .....

despite the fact that i'm hungry, i can't eat properly, when i chew, i cry, then my uncle laughed at me. -.-
now i'm hoping for someone to murder me or knock me out from the behind or do something to kill this pain. i swear its terrible / horrible / not-bearable / die-able.
i hope my pain killers work.


lie next to me, close enough so that i can hear your heart beating.

xoxo,
bye world.

8:46 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.


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credits.

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