<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/1894395926608912654?origin\x3dhttp://heartq-uake.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener("load", function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <iframe src="http://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=3516409553009350420&blogName=Live+Preview.&publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&navbarType=BLUE&layoutType=CLASSIC&searchRoot=http%3A%2F%2Fx-threemilesdown.blogspot.com%2Fsearch&blogLocale=en&homepageUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fx-threemilesdown.blogspot.com%2F" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" height="30px" width="100%" id="navbar-iframe" title="Blogger Navigation and Search"></iframe> <div></div>
 

 


Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

Profile
Zihui, 160795


Archives
June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 April 2010 June 2010 July 2010

Credits
©Glamouresque.
15.10.09


It happened so sudden. I thought it was supposed to be a good day? A day before the last paper ends. I totally agree that it feels like a dream. I want to get out of it~ I went to my grandfather's funeral just now. I was so shocked when I saw the message. He was healthy for his age, why did he go then? How could he leave so many people behind? I cried because I thought of this. Though I don't have a close relationship with him, but I can imagine I'll not see him forever. Whenever I go Kranji. Until now, It feels like he's still here. I'll remember him, his big tummy. Somehow.. I'm scared of death from this moment onwards.

But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay