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the simple guy.

Khyerul Daniel Anuwar
15
290892
a virgo;
male, not near tall,
loves music,
very shy indeed,
looks up to elijah wood,

this guy.
elijah wood

basically that's all.

any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.
-Anton Chekhov



those special people.
AINI
AIYEEEN
EPEN
ISAAC
NURUL

your messages.



that noise.

noise coming from up there, not down here.

scroll up please.

lady starlight.
the one i've been looking for. :)
i like her hair most.

anime.!

special thanks.
Code:{/lisse:D

i edited the skin alot, personally.
Friday, February 8, 2008

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Things still have not changed. I'm slowly falling to defeat.
Just a short conversation, asking on the well-being. Somehow, it felt like as if it was long. I just wish that we could start all over again. Maybe time is just not on my side. I see a glimpse of her everywhere. In my dreams, at school, and even on the streets.
And when I really hope that it's her, I was snap back to reality.

Public rarely see the different side of me. The sensitive side.
I maybe smiling everytime but deep inside, I'm being hit by every disaster.
As far as I know, I'm still sane, sober and healthy. Physically that is. But mentally, only God knows. -_-"

P.S. If I were to die someday, let it be known that I die loving you.


= /4:46:00 PM =
& still living that simple life.

my story ends here, thank you.