Sunday, 9 November 2008
{Edited @ 10.33 pm}
I had a lovely chat with Trixia that lasted over an hour. My mouth is dry/tired.
Trixia says the house is very quiet. I agree. Haha!
And i smell of durian. Gross.
P.S Happily ever after does exist.
{/Edit}
Broken hearts symphony.
Hello, wonghweemin's in vietnam. The house's so peaceful/quiet. Haha.
No one to talk to me tonight. Whatever.
Oh, guides tmr. Bye.
/Leave a tag.
Pluck another melody of tunes, bow the violin of broken hearts.
So to fill up our lonely rooms, once occupied by love, entraped;
you cannot fake a stereotype smile, only a frown, a tune.