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Sunday, August 07, 2005 9:08:00 PM

i have realised. realised that people around me are changing. for the better or worse, i have no idea. anyway, i am in no position to comment too. cos i think i'm slowly changing too. this may sound weird to you guys but if you noticed, i have mellowed a lot. if that's the correct word to use. my vocab sucks. anyway, ya. i am like so much quieter now. i think i'm under tremendous stress. for some reason. sigh. anyway, i don't give a damn about that. fell in love with a song yesterday.


open arms by journey.


Lying beside you, here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mind
Softly you whisper, you're so sincere
How could our live be so blind
We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side


So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms


Living without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you, wanting you near
How much I wanted you home
But now that you've come back
Turned night into dayI need you to stay.


(chorus)


i am in love. i bet you know what i mean. hee. if you don't, go and check out your friendster and look for my love testimonial. hee.



Reality

born serene oh but not old.
nicknamed the old one now.
i stress, i am not old.
i would prefer to be called, mature.

It's not a dream if it came true,
but we exist to dream.
Make a wish,
I'm your faithful genie that doesn't have much patience :)

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