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While you're walking down this road.
Encountering these unfamiliar faces, think.
CHANG.YILUAN 031093
♥Pharmaceutical Sciences.
Get good gpa !

Pick yourself up, you'd be stronger.
Reality kills but it's what makes you better.

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Credits
©Glamouresque.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I wonder.

Why am I the way I am.
Soft hearted.
Naive.
I bet no words are able to describe "me"

Is it that hard to have someone to be always there supporting you in what you're doing.
Giving you advice when you're in doubt or troubled.
Turning your frowns into broad and beautiful smiles.
Magically appear when you're down.
Being worried for you.
Knowing that you're actually down when you fake a smile and "I'm fine, really"
Willing to put down his/her work just to comfort/calm/meet you and make you feel better.
Telling you it's okay and you'll be fine.
Giving you that big fat tight hug and stroke your back gently.
Making sure you're fine.

Maybe, it's just me.
Sometimes, even I myself feel that I'm very difficult to understand. So how can I expect others to understand me well?
I should love myself more than I love others, seriously.
I feel that I sound like a spoilt brad, selfish ass. But that's how it was suppose to be from the start right?

Being a 'people' person is real tiring. I swear.

Kay, goodnight ...


always & forever an option

Face the unexpected
Even there's an extra mile to go