like to drive aimlessly, reflecting on where the winds will take me, what it is will break me.
Deep down, i yearn to pack a suitcase for a place none of us has been, a place that has to be believed-to be seen. Let me fly away, a singing bird in an open cage who only flies for freedom.
"And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong"
2 comments:
ahyo~ what is wrong with yao? what happens to the strong, will-minded, 'moving-on' Ruthio i know?
your last few bloggies are like down-casting and love-lost feeling?
cheer up man~ broke the glass heart? mould a stronger, fibre-added, bullet-proof glass. better still, solder out a titanium one, strong metal.
coolios. the storm will pass and sunshine will break through once again. here, a torch and a cellphone for you to walk through the valley. Torch to light your path, phone to chat with anyone you would like to share your burden with. =)
heyy...
dont like that larrr. u've indeed grown fatter. i look at your thighs in disbelief as i grow thinner day by day.. HAHAHA. to think last time i was soo much fatter than you.....
sometimes i wish to give up all earthly desires. to get rid of my bf so that i wouldnt be this girl consumed by JEALOUSY.. sighs..
take me away with u.. oops. i can squeeze into ur luggage but i think ur thighs are too fat for mine.
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