I don’t remember the tears; I only remember the pain.

Hee-heh-ha-hoi!

I'm listless now. The time now is 12.12 am, saturday!

Friday (: Its not a bad day though. Its also not a bad hair day for me too! Take a look at my cute cute bangs. Anyway, have my chinese paper test in the morning. Might be done badly as you know, my eyelid are super heavy. Hope it turns out another way round. Which was a pass! Teehee. So what's next ? Nothing much to add on for school. I'm quite delighted for something right after school. Thats what I'm damn looking forward about. But then, it turns out the other way round. Which was like a arrow, being arrowed straight right into my heart. Shattered heart. I couldn't find my 'I believe in you' that novels. Sad si wo ): You know, that book, I damn freaking wanted to find out the ending part so desperately. I went all the way to vivo to search high and low for the book store but then, I guess it doesn't exist. Find until my face turn pale luh, idiot. Gave up and trained to hougang instead. Settled down with stuff and now, just finished my abalone maggi.

To forget you that is the most impossible thing to do. To forget is just an interpretation. An immeasurable love’s memories can never be wiped off. Time doesn’t devour memories: It just slowly, painfully converts it into fragments of a dream. Occasionally, something will spark the wrath of the dream, and the dream will alter into a memory again. To forget you. Is not to remember you. Every single detail in life reflects you. Every MRT Station I see, every drink I drink, every shirt I wear. But to forget you, what I have to do is not to remember you: Not to remember that we once kissed at this MRT Station, not to remember that we once shared that drink, not to remember that you bought me that cookies. For now, sinking into a memory of one of the touches you stroked on me, I cannot remember the physical touch, but I can remember the delicacy of it. Have I forgotten you, superman? When I tried to forget you, I had just thought of you again. Are you, are you thinking of me now, as my mind revolves with your image, again and again?
Goodnight, retarded!

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