it's all about me
Joohniam Lew Jun Hui.
14August'90
18+ years old
Simei ITE
Xiia0lam3r^.^ !
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Msn: iamjoohniam@hotmail.com
How do we remember?
Is the brain a jar that holds our memories?
Then when we die, does the jar break?
Are our memories spilled on the ground and lost?
Or is the brain a map that leads down twisted paths and into hidden corners?
Then when we die, the map is lost but perhaps some explorer could wander through that strange landscape and find out the hiding places of our misplaced memories.
I guess it was never meant to be...But just something we have no control over....and that's what destiny really is
I still panic sometimes, forget to breathe, but I know that there's something beautiful in my imperfections; the beauty that he held up for me to see. The strength that I will never be able to say.
I love when the sky is gray. When the dawn paints the roofs of the buildings and the sun is still hiding. The city is ours then. Right before everyone takes over, right when everyone is still sleeping. It’s hard to notice that it’s so cold when it’s this pretty.
I've been nothing but myself since the day I was born, and if you can't see that it's your failing, not mine.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Ah FenG!!!!!!
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Sobsob ~=.=~
nth much today went bugis wit brenda xiufeng sotong and roubing haha.....
then took bus 80 go back hougang then went poolin ringed willie and he told me to wait for him so....lik 7+ he reach then played wit him a few rounds then headed home...i am lik moody now lo....
Take kiare all
10:23 PM
