Sweet Memories

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writing is a form of THERAPY

Sometimes you can only wish. Wish for things that are never there. Hope for things you will never get.

But sometimes..

Believing will be alot better than wishing.

I wish.. Wish upon the Wishing Tree.

about Summer

Sagittarian . Cantonese . dreamer . emotional . Singapore . hugs . dolls . anti-social . soft-hearted . read . sleep . coffee . gelato . french . blur queen . cinderella . games . cute stuff . japanese food . anything white .

currently Playing

Singing my life with HIS words
張國榮 - 當愛已成往事

Love is Beautiful.. no matter how much it hurts

Tell me how do I live.. without YOU

my Past

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My readings

Thursday, August 10, 2006 12:34 AM

I just finished reading Eleven Minutes. It is a great book. Yet I feel that it is too deep for me. I want so much to read slowly and savor every word and understand every sentence before I go on to the next. Yet I cant, the urge to rush ahead and to know what is next is overpowering.

Sometimes, when I read books, I just rush through it all and dont bother to stop and understand the words I'm reading. Although sometimes these books do speak to me, I still skim through them.

I doubt anyone really understands my love for books, for what is hidden between two glossy covers; entire worlds compressed into a small rectangular space. You open up a book and the gateway to the new world is there. You cry with the characters, you laugh with them and you cringe at their bad moments.