I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you.. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I day-dream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversation; laughing at funny things that you said or did.. I've memorized your face & the way that you look at me.. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine.. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together & even though nothing will come out of this, I know one thing for sure, for once.. I don't care, I cherish every moment I have with you.
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PeNciL aNd ErASer StOrY...
Pencil: I'm sorry Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong. Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time. Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad...
Love Quotes.
I am BAD in ENGLISH BUT I can tell you That I LOVE YOU ...I am BAD in GEOGRAPHY BUT I can tell you That you LIVE in my HEART I am BAD in HISTORY BUT I can REMEMBER When I FIRST saw you I am BAD in CHEMISTRY BUT I can tell WHATS the REACTION when you SMILE I am BAD in PHYSICS BUT I can tell the INTENSITY of SPARK of my EYES when they SEE you I am BAD in every SUBJECT BUT I can TELL ALL I will PASS all SUBJECTS If the TOPIC is YOU!!! ♥♥
Boring..boring..boring..
huahuahua.. damn boring.. duno wat 2 do?? juz nw,i clean my room.. n i found a buk... accly,its belong 2 ma sis.. TELL ME WHY?
Sad love story..
It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore," and stuff like how we shouldn't be together. She said, "I miss you." I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrell...