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Friday, August 18, 2006


its 2:15am now. a friday morning.
im not aslp.
neither m i studying.
im here to.. post an entry. [duh]
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sometimes, its best to leave things the way they r. untouched. why spoil smth alr perfect? well.. curiosity. greed. these factors tt could possibly be suppressed tend to spoil it all.
if one could turn back time. wad would be the one thing u would like to change most? to me.. there's too many to name. these unsatisfactions in my life, couldnt possibly be resolved by just changing the past. that past.
a part of me still hopes and pray tt this is all just a dream. that one fine day, i'll wake up to find tt i was where i tot i would be. tt girl of age 11. but then, reality crashes in and u realise.. time is still ticking by.
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i need some form of indulgence.

yes.. again.


♥ frozen in time



took a picture / 2:15 AM



i am

vanessa*
19nov88
my height tells u enough about me


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