as i read ur posts..

as i read ur blog entries, i have this sudden desire to see you and to hear your voice, as i stare at ur photos, including those we have taken some time back, it stikes me that its been eons since we last met. somehow, i still do think of you.

as i browse thru ur online photo collection, it somehow seems that time has caused the both of us to drift away.. slowly.

i rem i dedicated an entry of my blog to u, just wondering how you are- aloud. i also wondered if it is the things of the world that caused you to have change heart. it hurts me stil, as i think of it. but alas! who am i to you to say what i feel. It may be that u've chosen the right way, and may be that you have not, up to now, i still find your arguements without a significant claim.

somehow, i wish you weren't with her, not that i like you in that sense, but because i like things they were before... because things aren't obviously the same anymore.

father says its the same, but its not the same. what a paradox. i just can't understand why there are so many versions of history. i'm gg to ask God when i'm up there..

and so i pray, i still do. i pray and think, and miss you a whole lot.

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just spent a blardy freaking 6 hours on my fna. i suck man. totally. sigh. i just dun understand how others can d it so easily, and i can't. its not that i dun have interest in it. i think i'm just too distracted to do fna. i rather write essays. yep u heard me rite:

i hate maths.

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oh wells. tests all coming up. this sucks.