"I do not want life to imitate art. I want life to be art." - deliverance of ideas
Saturday, April 19, 2008 Sat
12:54 PM
My very first time took bus (NR7) home. I got on my seat and the
"missing someone" feeling came. How I wish he's here today to fetch me from work, bring me for supper and send me to my house door. I don't know if I getting to like him ever since he's away to India for NS training.
Maybe not.
On a different topic.
I didn't know or never know that you're a sensitive girl. But I think that's too over to type it in that way (
as thou like the friendship gonna break). I'm sorry that I cause you sadness.
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