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02 January 2007 11:23 PM
Toothless smiles. Wicked Grins.
Toothless smiles. Are sweet, if they are rare and when you understand them. You put away the wrinkles, and ignore the thin grey hair and forget whatever else that would've been a better sight, and it warms you to the goddamn core. Its makes you want to cry, it makes you want to smile. Tears of joy you call it, and there's that lovely mallow feeling in that so called sacred place people call the heart. Heard of it? I'm not too familiar with it.
Never entangle yourself in the webs of love, or the matters of the heart. Why? I don't know, i just live by that rule. If you're begging to differ, do make a bloody good use of the tagboard people.. heh.

The new year didn't commence as i had willed. No new year resolutions. No big deal celebrations. No remarkable parties. No late nights. No sleeping in the wrong house. No stranger for a bed warmer. No hangovers in the morning. Okay no i'm joking. But mine wasn't exactly perfecto! anyway..
Smiles. Smirks. Laughter. Crazy people. Crazy thoughts. Bad attitudes. Bad tempers. Mood swings. Sharp tongues. Tears. Warm hugs and wet kisses.. To sum it all up : Bullshit. Tadah!

Okay okay. So, Hari Raya Haji was a.. good day. Full stop. End of story. Close the book and throw it out the window. Nothing much to say. Nothing more to add. I'm too lazy to upload the pictures, too lazy to describe it. Will be on my to do list tomorrow.

Talking about tomorrow.. Behold! The commencement of the second part of the second semester of my first year in Nanyang Polytechnic.. Doesn't that just sound so exciting?? Such wonderful days.. meant to be cherished.

If you've paid any attention to my entry today, you'd realise that i haven't made much sense. Not that i ever do, but.. I'm not talking about anything really. 'Cause i haven't anything concrete to say. So Cheerio!!


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