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Sunday, March 9, 2008

you often meet your destiny on the road you have taken to avoid it.

i knew i am not suppose to be here blogging. while i should be mugging for my coming paper next monday and wednesday. days is coming nearer and nearer. i am getting nervous. one word to describe my mood to exam, STRESS!

just a random post for this ;

i am feeling down at the moment i am blogging now. why? i start to reminisce about the past. sigh. i miss you, my ' baby ` ivan ' . i will never forget you as you are once; part of my life so does now. picture of you reminds me of the days when we are so sweet together but it can never hold me close and kiss away each tear. somehow rather, i hope you are missing me too, will you? sigh. will i know the answer? or i will never know the answer. i love you still.
and WHERE are you? =\

i miss you, ivan.

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