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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...


Thursday, October 8, 2009, 9:33 AM


Supposed to be Ladies night with colleague & girlfs after work, but changed of plan instead. Dinner at XinWang with this Oct baby; followed by heading home for a nice sleep! :)

I wonder if she'll like the presents i got for her...


p.s I'm going for a haircut tomorrow , finally.