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DingLi,19

Thursday, June 18, 2009
My heart was shattered.

maybe I should forget about it

Thursday, June 11, 2009

You shouted the three lovely words over the phone.
but that was two years ago.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Comeback to me, love :(

Don't know why -

How should I start this?
It's been two years, and why am I counting it.
I had no one to lean to, no one to talk to about this, friends were most probably tired of me talking about him over and over again or the guys that came into my life. Too many in a short period of time, I'm not sure, but they just come and go as they wish.


and when I wanted to settle to one,
he treats me like a cold fish .

Karma? , maybe

Monday, June 8, 2009

Imagine seeing him and his girlfriend happily eating their lunch together last week .
And a few days later , someone called and told you he had a motorbike accident.
You were confused and verified about his condition again.
and the next moment it struck you that you will never see him again.

A charming young man who had just turned over a new leaf and had a promising future ahead. With a lovely girlfriend , family and friends. Why is God doing this to him when he's trying so hard to become a better person. Why must God do this?

I did not know how to react, I was never close to him but at least we were classmates for half a year. Despite that , he helped me through the silly silly things that happened to me during secondary school , and yes Feng Ling you reminded me of that.

Rest in peace, Dixon Chan.
I admire your bravery and determination.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

it just sucks when you are not there for me

Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I need a piece of clear mind !

I'm feeling stress hovering me. It's getting harder each time entering a higher level of education, it 's more on self reliance and independence this time round. I had a hard time trying to catch up with the lessons, and I hate the feeling of having the need to be so hardworking and get half baked results. I'm feeling old , lethargic and so sick of project , lectures and tutorials. My head , brain just drained out when I need to think and sometimes I just lacked the courage to convey what I wanted to say/ express like how I used to.

It's like falling in love. It had became a barrier for me to enter again. Should i be having more courage as I get older rather than being as timid as a mouse ?

Damn , where's the confidence man?
Hidden inside the closet?

Shitzshitzshitz.
Okay , turning back to lecture notes.
little devils , demons , shoo