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She is a Total Passionate Soul. Loving herself, her family & her wonderful circle of love. She's freq misjudged at 1st impression which totally not a big deal. Fickle minded for her constant need to Change. Intelligent & a fair screw up. Manipulative for the challenge to abide Integrity. Hates & denies excuses for excuses are for the Disabled. A great believer of the Extraordinary. Lives against system of the general human living. Made into a complex nature with simple soul. Her infatuation & Love for someone is limitless. A true & fond animal lover who'll cry & feels for any misfortune of non-humans. & A Self Confessed fashion addict who trusts nothing but her Own Exquisite Taste.



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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Approx 730am u went towards the departure gate.
u strolled. i keep my pace close.

u looked behind & smiled at me.
i smiled back.

mic comforted me like he knew.
i held back the tears.

then u stood still...with open arms.
i ran to u like a small baby girl.
we hugged too close. too tight.

i teared. u teared.
how cud u, how cud me, how cud us?


i had to let go coz its JUST a getaway for u to venice. just venice!

"just a getaway...", i settled in that fact.
u departed, waved at us & neva failed to lose sight.

i cudnt bear to look at u. u text me that u'll be back. i know lah! must!
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but.....
how will it be like when u be gone for good? tell me.