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환영
♥ rai·son d'ê·tre (rā'zōn dět'rə,) {존재 이유}n. pl.reason or justification for being or existence 나는
naomi jung 서여정, 三浦 なおみ 29 june 1992 ngee ann poly mass communications Rorsharch ink blot Pianist J Tune Entertainment & ooooh, Rain 비 = ♥
Heart of God Church ♥ b41
/more about me 나의 남편!
누구지?
정지훈/Rain/Jihoon - the husband. 용어
Ajumma (아줌마) : Auntie 할말!
친구
♥ Heart Of God Church 명사
♥ Abingdon Boys School 블로그
Blogs I read: 주크박스
과거
11월 2005 12월 2005 1월 2006 2월 2006 3월 2006 4월 2006 5월 2006 6월 2006 7월 2006 8월 2006 9월 2006 10월 2006 11월 2006 12월 2006 1월 2007 2월 2007 3월 2007 4월 2007 5월 2007 6월 2007 7월 2007 8월 2007 9월 2007 10월 2007 11월 2007 12월 2007 1월 2008 2월 2008 3월 2008 4월 2008 5월 2008 6월 2008 7월 2008 8월 2008 9월 2008 10월 2008 11월 2008 12월 2008 감사
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월요일, 9월 08, 2008, 12:31 오전
` 1086; - but suddenly![]() This period of time allowed me to reflect and I daresay it has been quite a carthatic experience. Thoughts of the other kind started to creep into my mind. Those little spies. Very Poignant Ones, at that. But they can be subdued. By Jesus, no one else. I looked at the bright canary yellow hangings surrounding her, with Buddhist inscriptions all around and the slightly pungent smell of incense wafting from the joss sticks hitting my nostrils around the very same time as my thoughts penetrating my mind. I miss her so much, I realised. All the times that I have shared with her will be nothing but pleasant memories in my mind. It seemed like just yesterday she was up and about, coming over to my house to talk to me, while I was doing homework. And being the person I was, I didn't offer her anything to drink. She sat there, observing me as I did my homework before finally saying, "Guai guai du shu." Work hard. Another incident that was so rooted in my mind was the time when my parents told my relatives that I was in Singapore's Brainiest and everyone immediately switched on and tuned in to that channel. She did so too. Even though she did not understand a word of English (the only one being "si-team", which means STEAM. As in steamed buns), she sat there for the whole one hour, watching me answer, smiling at me every single time I was on air. One of the reasons why I want to be a celebrity is that I would like her to see me on TV, watching me act alongside Rain and Kwon Sang Woo and Hyun Bin, and smiling as I do my thang on international television. She loves to watch dramas, faithfully following every single series. I want her to see me on one of those and I know she would like me in it. I can feel it. In times like these, I may seem strong on the outside. But one moment in time, the memories hit me. So strongly that I somehow succumb. The sense of loss is so tangible, to the extent that breathing seems practically impossible and sane becomes a non-existent word in Oxford's Dictionary. I look at the gentle tendrils of smoke emitting from the joss stick and it wafts through the air, like a slack marionette string. Is it the very essence of the rosewood being spirited away? Are my thoughts able to follow it? I miss her so much. 월요일, 7월 28, 2008, 10:31 오후
` 1056; - more than life![]() God, I know You'll never quit on me. 라벨: surreal, white noise |