It's over.

Sunday, August 13, 2006, 12:42 AM

sometimes i just think that i'm just like a peice of blank white paper.

when someone is bored, i'll be folded into a paper plane to put up the smile on anybody's face.
the longer i flew the longer you smile. but i'm just a paper plane. how long can i fly. there will be a day where you got sick of me.
when that day comes, i'll br crushed up by you and being thrown into the bin. you'll never know i'm still a peice of plain paper which had not being used properly. but you'll never need me anymore too.
you got more fresher papers in your drawer why would you pick up a rubbish from the bin.