flawed work of art.
Saturday, June 17, 2006 @ 7:05 pm
have been breathing jb air for approximately 4 hours. and thanks to the starbucks mocha at klia, am not able to sleep tonight. which may be a good thing, since I need to go to church in 4 hours' time.

something's happening.

can love ever fade? cos' I can feel it slipping through my fingers. can one actually stop loving another? or is the caffeine ruining my brain? can a mom really stop loving her own offspring, like how bree from desperate housewives dumped her teenage gay son a million miles from hum dum, because she couldn't stand her son's evilness. and what if you woke up one morning to discover that you don't love the person sleeping next to you? is it too late?

sigh. all good/bad things must come to an end. it's time to "get my sh*t together". finally. thanks apu.

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