Monday, August 27, 2007

as im typing, in front of me layed all the gift boxes from him. the most special one, goldheart! mysterious yet involves a pretty historical fact. n its definitely not because of dat im hooked up w him. its because of the joyful moments of being together. at times, i really sit n think y would he want to be with a student, whom relatively have not experienced much of life. but wad the bleah. if he's good, i will definitely turn good. apparently, im alr good so perhaps even better. maybe too much of coincidences brought us together. presently, im able to give genuine smiles without any worries. im happy. even happier wen othas are happy for me too. but too bad hypocrisy exists.

b, i yearn listening to hoobastank songs while reaching upon our destination. the wind rushes thru our hair, no only my hair, staring at the rows of streetlamps at nite. my favourite. we shall go joggin at east coast again as early as 6 in the morning. do people watching while sipping our nice smelling coffee. n me, enjoyed laughin to look at the way u sing n dance. terrible!

hairspray! its entertaining! too much of action movies like flashpoint and bourne ultimatum, watchin hairspray could at least make me giggle n feel like dancing dancing yey.

we went to the national museum. all i cn rmbr, the exhibits gallery was dark n spooky. heez.