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Tuesday, August 18, 2009 / 2:02 AM
2.02am somehow the air smells strangely sweet now. at 2.02am. i can hear the cars and the crickets, and i can feel the gentle night breeze. the whole house is quiet but i am still up. in fact as i look opposite the blocks of flats are all pitch black. i don't want to be so emo, but the night is making it happen. and everytime a breeze touches me softly as it enters my right window i feel so noticed. as if mother nature is caressing me and telling me to jiayou. and that its ok. aiyoo. terrible. perhaps it is time to move on and get more busy so that i will not think too much. i am too much of a worry wart. and it was nice to have that dream because it felt so real that i wish i could dream more of it. but then again we are bound to wake up from dreams so there really is no point. silly me. yeah sometimes i find myself really silly and funny. when i look back i will realise what a fool i have been, being so bothered and hung up about such things. go away, you making-shuli-miserable-bug.SHOO. |
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