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~songs in my head~
没有地球太阳还是会绕.

But I don’t care what they say. I’m in love with you.

I just wanna fall and lose myself Laughing so hard it hurts like hell Forget about everything and run away, yeah

~ MOTTO ~
:: if you have tried your best, there's no need for regrets. ::

~ THOUGHTS ~
By ourselves we are too weak to hold our own even for a moment.

"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God" (Romans 8:28)

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.

"God has given, God has taken, blessed be the name of God" (Job 1:21)

"I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out – plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.” (Jeremiah 29:11)


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:: juz taking a moment to remember ::

Friday, September 29, 2006 12:22 PM

i miss

watching tv at home with my family.
now i dont watch, or i watch it alone.
sitting in the living room hearing my father exclaim "wo shi dao yan" because he can predict what is gg to happen next in every show we are watching.
will i get to hear that under those dinner-tv-time context again?

eating my mother's home cooked food.
sometimes i just feel so sick of outside food becuz it feels so sinful, oily, and yea, expensive too when its not even that nice.
i crave for her curry, her black chicken soup, her cabbage even..
and many others.

seeing everyone at home, just being at home with them, and no 1 is sleeping yet.
now i go home to a house of silence, darkness, and snores.

talking, just talking even abt unimpt stuff.. anything at all, to my sister, and my father.
havent been saying much or having the time or chance to say much.
i'm not taking things for granted am i?
my life seems so hectic now,
theirs too.

our struggles leave us with no time.
what are these struggles for?
its for me.
it separates us
till when i have no answer.
it makes me afraid.
when will this end?
how will it?

i feel like i want to seek cover at home
but there no longer is such a place.
there is only a house.
of silence.
of darkness.
of emptiness.
of empty space that used to be.
of people and happennings that are no more.
a mere physical living space
of grown-ups.
thats why i find no reason to go back.

Signing off,
no more ink.

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