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If life is so damn fuck, you fuck it up higher!
What will make me smile now is not the boy in gym i can see each day, but is lying down on my bed knowing i have no deadlines, test, presentation to rush.
This is the way to say 'fuck you' to pharmacy sometimes.
I hate the way you drive my life.

Circle of life

Greeting cards from the loves

Wow. Time really does fly. And so do many things in our lives. That is the reason why is it called the circle of life. It always doesn't have a starting and an ending point. The same apply to friends. They come and they go.Looking back through my contact list, i am actually know who i still keep in touch with but how many friendships were just remain the same again as last time. But we keep them as our treasure loves, once they are kept they are meant to be stay. 

 Notice board from Jeanie

Isn't it good to have someone serenade you to sleep? =P

The great new companion-vivian =)

Conversations with people always contain simple messages and meeting with new friend is always lovely with the late night chit-chat and warm concerns.

Last but not least, a simple AWESOME messages from the housemates. 

Erm...perhaps she will never know that i can put her photos here actually beside fb. xD

Pink and purple

You are,
sunken
drunken
Hungry for sparks
an appetite for memory
Tell me your way of sorrows
the explosion
loud and vivid
is a sudden burst of heartbreak of a hollow glow
Me
breathe
the color of envy
trouble thoughts and tired mind
one year in every summer
I manage it
the sour inhales
vanish into bubbles
You dip to the city of romance
the sparkle and scent of brand new place
with an abandoned hug

a demand that diverge 

a spoken sympathy for now

She alone
bleed and burn
for the hearing of heart
it melts to a shriek
She turn for the bleeding air
dark as the mystery of a daydream
lost for some moment
The second time for she
to last it out and not come back at all
shut into an edgy
As you cannot find
and will not fight
a way for this
She is consumed
don't let the moment slip
as is hanging by your heartbeat
the forgetful that give on those ledges