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"Love is a spiritual phenomenon."

This fantastic name.
This fabulous date 3FEB.
This famous gender.
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A-string: It plucks heavy but to some point it creases, showing how soft-hearted I am sometimes. 

D-string: It plucks unmelodious, just like how crazy and unusual our conversations go.

G-string: It plucks gentle and it can be played just by itself, just like how our souls beat as one.

B-string: It plucks squeakily, just like how sometimes we need to be alarmed to stay within a distance. 

E-string: It plucks sharply, reminding us of those great and fond memories forged. 

So.. It's been quite a long time since I posted an official post. What else can I say. Lost for words cos' my mind isn't allowing me to rearrange my thoughts. Anyway, tomorrow will be our last East Zone Volleybally Championship match. If we win tomorrow, we'll be third. Hopefully, we'll win! 

One of the reasons why I stop caring, is that when I leave, you won't miss me. You would turn numb by then, you won't have any hard feelings, you'll be willing to let go of it. But I don't know if it's the right thing to do. You're getting hurt in the process and this is something I never once planned. No, never. I've lost my trend of thoughts. What else can I say. What else can I do. I hope wherever I've been, you won't forget me. 

I love being a retard. A true me, where I can fool around like some mad woman, don't care what others say. And yes, I love being a retard in front of you. Maybe, the thing that's making me happy is that you yourself is playing like a retard with me as well. I may not say those words I feel, I may act like a fool and said those stupid stuffs, and giving you continuous stuffs, I just hope one day you'll understand everything behind it. The conversation will stop, but it won't be soon. Lord, I pray for blissfulness and happiness, spread it to the world, so that everyone will be happy. Smile, cos' everyone looks beautiful when they smile. 

Are we destined.