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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

WEEDERELLA for the day.


Ohmy, my stuff really aint little. Thinking of moving out the bed frame, and moving in my desky. It freaking heavy, should I ask for help, or wait till saturday when brother break camp. Or should I just be macho woman for once.
Later I break the glass. 'O'

I think it'll take me all day to sort, throw, and pack.

Guess what I found? Those little cute books I bought since primary school. I forgot that I actually pack them and place them into a box. My biography book which others have wrote too, memories. Beautiful memories.

And I must be mad to keep paper/plastic bags, though they are pretty.


来不及看的礼物，我把它撕破。
It all ends here.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay