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Saturday, March 04, 2006

i din dare to listen to this song for fear of gg thru that scene again.
but now wad pains me more, is..
the team that promise to fight tgt.
the promise of we'll get it next yr tgt.
the dream of not forsaking each other.
it was all a fallacy.
something that i created in a moment of fantasy.

nowadays, nv seems to haf the courage to walk near the netball table. maybe coz i'm afraid to see the genuine care n concern they haf for each other. n that remind me of my own dream. i'm sorry i wasnt of much help. maybe its all my fault. i wish u all all the best. but i wont gif up. trust in the Lord with all your heart n lean not on ur own understanding. will rmb that.

dream will come true.


my blood dried @ 10:36 PM