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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Monday, September 07, 2009
i seriously do not like the feeling of sending people off at the airport.
but this time round i chose to coz i wanted to catch the very last glimpse of him.
time was awfully short,
for us.
how nice if that sunday did not coincide with the roadshow.
i would have taken off on that day to spend time with him.
nostalgia. i was really 依依不舍 at the departure gate.
that one last hug was a bittersweet farewell.
i doubt he will come over again though he promised to.

i promise that i will never forget the night on 6 september 2009 and the morning on 7 september 2009.
HELLA NO!
someone deliberately extended one day stay here to give me the best bday pressie! it was not spent on material wealth, but rather a soul-to-soul, heart-to-heart connection.
and somehow or another, i was bundled up with this virtual commitment.

i dragged a heavy heart all the way to bugis to run errands for my bro.
bye notti~

i just hope that time could stood still for two persons who rarely have time.

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