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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Friday, June 26, 2009 at 6:00 AM
I still remember. When my life used to be turned upside down. It's not what I expected it to be. Danna was there, she's always there. Now it's slowly tilting. What am I to do now, Danna? I can't do anything about something. Help me. Sigh. Things are piling up. Turn cards went the opposite way. Things are going the wrong way for my close friends too. Sigh. Schools reopening. I don't know if you will be heading back here. How I wish to celebrate your birthday with you... Everything is gonna be fine. That's what I keep telling everyone and myself. Hahah. It's not wrong telling a white lie, right? Yeah. Hm. It is. I think this will be the last time. I'm putting all my hopes for a new turn. For the better. I need to be happy. I need to. I have to. But will things change? For once? Please do. I begging for it to be like what life used to. All of us together. We used to he together. In this country called Singapore. We used to. How I wish we used to be like what we used to. Together like family.

If you really want, Big brother.
I'll ask my parents,
But I doubt it. Keep your fingers cross...
Love you.

Bits and Pieces of the Sweetest words from you,
Keep replaying in my mind,
Like a broken recorder,
How much I want to hear them once again,
In our usual and easy conversations and our time together,
I want to hear it bad.
I want you bad.
Je T'aime.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 6:00 AM.


Friday, June 26, 2009 at 6:00 AM
I still remember. When my life used to be turned upside down. It's not what I expected it to be. Danna was there, she's always there. Now it's slowly tilting. What am I to do now, Danna? I can't do anything about something. Help me. Sigh. Things are piling up. Turn cards went the opposite way. Things are going the wrong way for my close friends too. Sigh. Schools reopening. I don't know if you will be heading back here. How I wish to celebrate your birthday with you... Everything is gonna be fine. That's what I keep telling everyone and myself. Hahah. It's not wrong telling a white lie, right? Yeah. Hm. It is. I think this will be the last time. I'm putting all my hopes for a new turn. For the better. I need to be happy. I need to. I have to. But will things change? For once? Please do. I begging for it to be like what life used to. All of us together. We used to he together. In this country called Singapore. We used to. How I wish we used to be like what we used to. Together like family.

If you really want, Big brother.
I'll ask my parents,
But I doubt it. Keep your fingers cross...
Love you.

Bits and Pieces of the Sweetest words from you,
Keep replaying in my mind,
Like a broken recorder,
How much I want to hear them once again,
In our usual and easy conversations and our time together,
I want to hear it bad.
I want you bad.
Je T'aime.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 6:00 AM.


Directed By





Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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