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trosaa


I have stopped doing this.
But when I do,
I will write as I will.
I will write as I love.
And I will do as I live.


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Feerring feerring ahhhh...~
Tuesday, December 1, 2009







After reading the wonderful post from Allison's blog, I got 'feeling'. Ha. Although it might sound like I'm bragging but yes, I realize that with their presence, I feel much happier and more complete when I drag myself to school. It's becoming easier to go school and know you will have a good laugh with your classmates and you know you care for them and so do they.

It's more than taking a bus to school, smoke and sit down in the class and listen to boring lectures. It's about doing all that with them: buying bubble tea, cheese fries, smoking, making the dirtiest and lamest joke, and scold vulgar in Vietnamese, and blah blah. Lol. Thinking about it makes me feel really funny and I could even laugh to myself sometimes. But I do admit that yes, it's been more than twice or more that I felt this way about having such friends in my life.

I am grateful. And I am really really thankful that all this happened for a reason, a good reason. The memories I shall keeeeep! :)


P.S. I don't wanna deny my heart its chance to feel.
No matter how much it aches, I know I love him
It's hard to describe, but once you're in it, you'll know how it makes you.
ily,Syahmi.