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"So I'm not moving."

about me.
Aylwin Gan
23.04.1990.
Ngee Ann Poly
ex ACS(BR)
machonacho.tumblr.com

I'm lame. I love Squash.
Has the love for Running
Shoe-addict
Nachos and Mac&Cheese for life

My Dream.
An ordinary person who hopes that one day he could open a cafe of his own. A well-known cafe where it serves great food, being friendly with everyone and making new friends. But hey, can't a guy dream? hahaha


This is my 2nd dream. I want to earn enough money to help the organisations that are fighting against Aids and HIV in Africa. I'll go on a mission trip to Africa and help the people too and I'll show them that there is at least 1 guy out there among the 6 billion people on the earth that cares for them.

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Monday, December 18, 2006 { 12/18/2006 10:22:00 PM }

If I knew this was to happen... I would have rather have myself killed in the earthquake back at chiang mai last week.

But no.

I promise to stay strong. For you. For us.

I don't know how long I can last but I'll last till the last of the time.
I will pray hard everyday.
I will work hard.
I will understand.
I will one day, know what is the best for us.
I will... stay strong.

But... why am I still crying as I type?
Why can't I hold them back?
I want to stop but the more I want it to stop, the more it flows out.

Time.
Time will tell. Its a matter of time.

Patience.
Patience is a virtue. It would benefit me in the future. I hope.

Love.
Not just about feelings, not just about having to be in a relationship.
Its also about making sacrifices sometime... for the better.

Caine's right. Changes. The only constant thing in the world are changes. Treasure what you can have now. But I find it might be too late now. Or there might be still a chance.

My head feels like exploding. The more I want to stop thinking about it, I think about it even more eventually. I really hope this is not what it meant of moving on in life. Because I'm tired of having these kind of things again. So tired...

Is this a test? A test set by God? For the both of us?
Maybe. And I thought that putting us away from each other overseas, is already bad enough.
Now...its another one.
And you know what?
I'll give it my best to ace this test.

Cooro, I don't know if you're reading this but I doubt you are.
I promise what you asked.. Okay?

Yes. I'm still crying but I'll be alright.
I'm praying hard. For the best.

And Lord... gimme strength. To get by this. I really must get pass this stage. This test. This period.

Please....
Please...
Please..


....


I feel so weak now.