writer -=ze name=- joyce the blip.
-=ze age=- 22years and growing

lately -=tune=- annie's song.
-=station=- gold90fm.
-=feeling=- contented.loved.
-=craze=- harrypotter.
-=enjoys=- slow afternoons.
-=awaiting=- christmas.
-=attained=- comfort and joy.

notebook -->catch up on onepiece.
-->get my D's.
-->a new pretty phone!
-->start rollerblading again.
-->il divo 2nd cd.
-->burberry wallet.
-->hunt for pretty tops.
-->church camp 2007.

surfs -->harry potter.
-->one piece.
-->josh groban.
-->csi:las vegas.
-->ed.
-->scrubs.

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shihui
peihui
eunice
dorothy
yiheng
theanimals
yijie
timothy
tianping
eugene
alvin
meiying
yingying

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Wednesday, May 25, 2005
time travelling.

the month june is staring right in my face. its hard to believe that half a year is gone just like. nothing to hold it back, nothing i could do to alter the things that have gone wrong. with only memories to hold and to keep. just finished reading The Time Traveller's Wife and it brought so much tears that i had to struggle to read the words through blurry eyes. how true it is that even if we could go back to the past, a month, a year, 10 years, we still can't change what is gonna happen. to think that we would always hold the hope that if we could turn back the hands of time, things would turn out differently. how we used to cling on to memories and refusing to let it go when the only thing we should do is to let it stay as it is, just a distant memory.

how often do i make the mistake of looking at the world through my own selfish eyes, thinking people will never change, that they will always be as they were in the past. just because hurt has been caused in the past, i would choose to hang on to the belief that a leopard never change its spots, ignoring the gnawing fact that people do change and they will eventually grow up. they have moved on and so must i.

i have finally found closure.

blip rambled on Wednesday, May 25, 2005