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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Tuesday, August 11, 2009 at 5:39 AM
Every now and then,
blood trickles down my finger tips,
so long this World.
Never less, so long and see you my next life.

Nothing's up, still remembered. Her. And also another Her. The first one whom has treated me with so much care and concerned. Much more then what I get from my Momma. The other one who treated me with so much patience. Patience many others can't give me. One who got stab because of me the second one making me see the world in another prospective. One who stood by me, the other who taught me. Both so strict, yet so kind. Two wonderful people. I can't and never forget. 

"Poke" E
"Did you just poke her?" J
"Er. Yeap!" *Laughs hysterically* E
"HAHAHAH" J
"..." M

Don't you think being able to feel like being in a family just so nice?
I'll never forget.


"You're busy, I know. I'm fine
Don't worry about me. They'll look after me,
Je T'aime."

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 5:39 AM.


Tuesday, August 11, 2009 at 5:39 AM
Every now and then,
blood trickles down my finger tips,
so long this World.
Never less, so long and see you my next life.

Nothing's up, still remembered. Her. And also another Her. The first one whom has treated me with so much care and concerned. Much more then what I get from my Momma. The other one who treated me with so much patience. Patience many others can't give me. One who got stab because of me the second one making me see the world in another prospective. One who stood by me, the other who taught me. Both so strict, yet so kind. Two wonderful people. I can't and never forget. 

"Poke" E
"Did you just poke her?" J
"Er. Yeap!" *Laughs hysterically* E
"HAHAHAH" J
"..." M

Don't you think being able to feel like being in a family just so nice?
I'll never forget.


"You're busy, I know. I'm fine
Don't worry about me. They'll look after me,
Je T'aime."

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 5:39 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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