Yabababa...i'm craving bak kwa again. It's hard to describe what i'm feeling now because i haven't an idea where to start. I don't like this feeling. It's a jumble of feelings, like a messy of strings entangled together, or like a palate splashed with different coloured paints.
One word. Messy.
How can feel the way i feel? Isn't a person supposed to love someone and then just stick to loving that someone? Nope... i'm not letting myself go down that path of ambiguity. It's just a passing phase that 's all. =)
Anyway, bak kwa! I love bak kwa! Sliced ones are the best!
Ciaoz!
dreamt of @ 11:48 pm
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certain quotes from certain places..
"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trials because when he stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12
"Oh, nothing can happen more than once,
But all things must happen one day
Over hill and dale, over wood and stream,
My dying voice will blow away... " The Neverending story "Walk by Faith, Not by sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
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