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HER LULLABY

Everyday is so wonderful. And, suddenly it's hard to breathe. Now and then, i get so insecure. From all the fame, I'm so ashamed. Trying to fill the emptiness, The piece is gone, the puzzle is undone. That's the way it is. She's getting out of bed at half past ten. She starts to comb her hair, just an ordinary day. She looks at the reflection off the wall and looking at the people passing her by. It could be you and an ordinary day that's hurting her...


Sunday, December 28, 2008, 7:05 AM




My real god-sister!

But I regard her more like my cousin than god-sister, although she's my dad's god daughter!

I love the class tee she lent me, it's damn cool.


p.s Tmr school starts at 8am, it will be an exhausting day.