Saturday, October 31, 2009 @ 10/31/2009 12:19:00 PM

It's 12.20PM. And I'm contemplating whether I should go to Hui Xian's house for her birthday party.
I don't like crowded places.
Oh well.
And that damned Justin is nowhere to be found.
He's probably sleeping with his handphone turned off.
Crap.

I was thinking if he is going, then I go.
Oh well.

At this moment, the sound of my heart shattering drags for a long time.
You smile as if nothing has happened.
Although we know that underneath, you're dying.
You sing the pain off, and you're tired.
You're cold, you're tired, you're sad.
Where is the happiness you spoke of?
Our song still plays in my heart.
How do I make it stop?
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