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.Tuesday, December 26, 2006 ' 7:48 AM
Heart felts.

alright, i know this post is rather emo. but this is my blog, i shall blog whatever i feel like blogging.

i just realised that this is the third christmas we spent together. and i believe that the number will go on. but somehow this feeling aint good enough. cos i still want to have late night talks with you on christmas eve's night. just me and you.

tho i know this thought's rather impossible but i think i have a room for facinating in, right?

you'll never get to read this. even if you do, i doubt you know i am talking about you. i dont intent to and i dont want you to know. so this will just be a random post.

anyway. i should give myself a pat on the shoulder because this is is third night i'm spending alone at home. breakthrough okayy. hahahha

and i hate the weather. it is freaking cold please. i closed all the window and off every single fan at home. but i am still as cold like as though there's air-con in my houose. WTH!!







Her.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger


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