This is a girl crying.
That is the loneliness we don't carry on parades.
This is the life we keep hidden.
This is the almost naked highway.
These are the cold handrails that numb our fingers.
I beat you this time, I caught you setting.
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wow.. this is deep =) Nice blogging!!
hey zhihan, i like your blog too. i have come to classify the blogs i read as "insighful" and "plain crap". yours comes under the first category: )anyway, cya in ubin! am quite excited, the last time i was there was 2 years ago and i have not stayed with the villagers before.
ambrose,thanks. i hope u liked the positivity at the end.: )
the girl is so cute. as cute as you are miss 'so deep in thoughts all the time'. haha.
yay,can take sunset pictures at ubin! :D -ml
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