Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.

oh man it's times like this when you ask yourself WHY ISIT LIKE THAT!?

... randomness;
i promise mr.santa claus tt i will be nice for 2007 and beyond.

pic taken on tues: quite meaningful eh.


lol.

someone said this today: "do you have a plaster?"
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"cos i fell for you."
HAHAHA DAMN CHEESY LA