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Saturday, 8 March 2008
I HATE DISAPPOINTMENT!


Now I get it. The only bad point about video-camming with you. It's the disappointment in me when you tell me it is inconvenient for you to go online just after you asked if we can chat. The disappointment is so strong the familiar nostalgia comes knocking and stubborn tears force themselves through my eyelid. The fact that I thought I get to see you and the reality that you can't disturb your sleeping nephew are waging a war in my mind. Rationally, I guess the latter should win. But the longing in my heart to see you is unwilling to retreat.

This love-hate relationship with video-camming is damned. I don't know how many of you reading this can understand. But trust me, you wouldn't want to face these.

I NEED FRESH AIR


Written at 10:59 pm



This is me

An extraordinarily ordinary female. You can call me sa and be informed that I am a real glutton with super high metablolism rate so be on your guard if you are my foe, I may not be able to control myself and will try hard bite your head off.

-YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED FOES-




Yang Guang Zhai Nan - Jay Chou