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She is Trinity; Jingxuan, 22 February 1988, 19. A pure piscean. A refined lady wana-be.

likes the word "passion". loves red roses. desires perfect romance. reads poetry. analyses horoscopes.

eyes on kittens, puppies, babies especially twins, the disney piglet, more to go...

我还守著我和他的约定 最后幸福会写下一份证明 就算没有日期 就算还会伤心 我仍相信生命的奇迹...

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Thursday, November 16, 2006

Touched...




Baobei & Mr.Jollibean...

going to 10 months..its not and its not short either..a lot of memories..darling and me get through a lot of things..but im very happy that my darling always stayed by my side..these days i felt our love much closer when darling together with me..we're having hard time,yet darling still never leave me..im so touched..beobei i love you.





She pens her thoughts at 1:45 PM.
This love of ours is no common flower...



Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Time...



Time really flies. A year passed so fast. Why I say a year? Thinking of the date I just broke off with someone last year; October. Still, somehow it hurts. I am not trying to crap here or should I say no one is in my shoes. Surprisingly, my dear still love me like how he always do. Never deny the fact that I am afraid of losing him at times. Perhaps it is not about losing "him", its the love that he gives me every now and then. Or maybe it is about losing the "him". If he do not love me, where is the "him" and where is the love to me? Laughs. Contradicting. But dear, I have tried to put you in every fraction of my heart every single day! Forget to say, I have a English name named by one of my customers: Trinity! Smiles. As long as I like it can already right? Laughs.

Tracking back to roughly a week ago, dear played the song "My Everything" by 98 Degrees on my laptop after he pat me to bed.

You are my everything.
Nothing your love won't bring.
My life is yours alone.
The only love I've ever known.
Your spirit pulls me through.
When nothing else will do.
Every night I pray.
On bended knee.
That you will always be my everything...

Actually I was really going to fall asleep soon but that song suddenly woke me up. It really make an impact on my mind, my soul and my heart. I wept after the chorus was sang. I wept is not because how hurt I was but is how bliss I am to have my dear beside me when another guy left me...

Memories:
When we choose to forget, we will remember it closely to our hearts.
When we choose to remember, we will eventually forget as time passes by.

So, readers... Tell me which you prefer?

I will conclude that forgive and forget is a bullshit thing. It is just a ring-a-bell to you to forget everything but it actually serves no purpose. You will NOT forget, you will PUT them aside to another little fraction of your heart just to console yourself. Know why? It is all because you grab that bit of memory too tight. It is just as much as how you cherish or miss those little memories.

Blow all memories...

To:

Dear, I love every effort you make in loving me... Just like a pink, pink rose. Laughs. Dear, though its only a stalk of pink rose, I still love it! Pink, red, black roses? Colors of passion? Smiles. Thank you for making a difference in my life.





She pens her thoughts at 12:28 PM.
This love of ours is no common flower...