old dreams should be forgotten. i caught
the patriot yesterday night and cried everytime someone with a name died. i watched as heath ledger avenged the woman he loves and died due to his rashness. and i cried.
steph called, but i didnt want to go.
met vic and mich on friday for some shopping before rushing down to bugis for dinner with mum, sis and bro.
craig david's
Don't Love You No More seems just like a prophecy now, like a premonition.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you believe in fate?
I believe the good things
Only come to those who wait
We've got to plan the journey
Eliminate all mistakes
Take the safe route
It's called the art of driving
Maybe wait until the summertime
Maybe wait until December
Because a heartfelt seduction
Lasts a life time
- the art of driving