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    Tuesday, October 19, 2010
    12:12 AM

    So, love's coming back in about 8 weeks. 
    Am I excited?
    If I'm not, it means I don't love him anymore. 
    But because I still do and I always will, I AM FUCKING EXCITED. 
    Hahaha. 
    I still miss him a lot, mostly because I miss him warmth.
    And right about now, when school gets a lil' too crazy for me to handle, he'll always be around to give me that extra strength. 
    But I guess, I am doing fine. 
    We talk often enough to keep my spirits up, especially when it comes to school. 
    And when I truly miss him, that's when web-chat always comes in useful. 
    Whatever it is, I'm patiently waiting for him to return to Singapore. 
    Knowing that it's not too far away keeps me on a positive attitude. 
    8 more weeks, 8 more weeks, 8 more weeks. And I will keep chanting that to myself for tonight. 
    I love you love. I miss you dearly. 

    and because we're gonna make this work. 

    Thursday, September 23, 2010
    7:59 PM

    And so this place hasn't been updated on a regular basis because I've got a diary where I let my emotions flow. 
    One that I promise the boy he'll be able to read every single entry when he's back. 

    Up til' recently, I haven't been coping well honestly. 
    Broke-down at least once every week. 
    But these past 2 weeks have been much better. 
    Maybe because I counted the weeks, and the boy's return is getting nearer and nearer. 
    And I keep telling myself I'll get through this, no matter what. 
    Because I believe. 

    The boy's doing fine. 
    Coping a lil' better than I am, but I know he misses me as much as I do him. 
    We try to chat and keep in contact as often as we could. 
    Even when he traveled to Denmark and Amsterdam to meet his friends. 
    And that has kept me sane indeed. 
    Getting by was definitely easier, and it kept as close despite the distance. 

    I love you boy. I miss you dearly. 
    Take care of yourself. :)

    when distance shouldn't really matter. 

    Tuesday, July 20, 2010
    12:56 AM

    and they say never give too much of yourself for you'll never get back the same. 

    Saturday, July 17, 2010
    12:32 AM

    This space's would definitely be updated more often when the boy leaves. 
    For I feel it's the only place I can truly express myself - along with my personal diary. 

    and i'm supposed to be strong. that's what everyone says. 

    Sunday, April 25, 2010
    12:33 AM

    A little of this. A little of that. 
    Going insane. 
    Just waiting for it to all end. 
    The worse so far, but what can I do?
    Suck it in and just go forward. 

    not as planned, but i guess i'm fine with it. 
    Fizah

    I do things my way.
    So don't stop me.

    Don't be afraid to make a wrong move.
    Because life has a funny way of making all things wrong seem right.

    Memories don't do us much good.
    It becomes of a burden as we age.

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