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Name: Don
Country: Singapore
Birthday: 12/14/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: Swimming,Reading,Drawing,Cooking&Fantasy Writing!
Expertise: A Metro-Sexual on the run...
Occupation: Consultant
Industry: Landscape
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/8/2003
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| Hi peeps! Hows everyone doin?? I havent been blogging for a while and i hope that U peeps could pardon my absent... Today was just nice for me and i wish it wont stopped....  Took a day off to ease off from the fricking heavy loads of china and india investment projects whch I had been busy wif for the entire month.
And boy i had the whole day to do what ever shit i had not done since CNY.... haha... that was a long time ago... 2 hours under the sun today without any rain was just fabulous it was totally different from doin my usual tanning at home or sentosa and thanks to Keith for keepin me company for today. "So Keith hope i didnt disappoint you about my recommendation for that pool for tanning rite?? heehee... and bet it was way damn cool 
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Okay ought to go now, my keyboard is damn wet cos i step out of the shower not long ago... and boy my skin looks reddish which i long for its hue for ages\\ 
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| Listen to the sunset,
Can you hear its quiet sigh?
Listen, the sun is falling,
Watch it toning down the sky.
Soon darkness shall surround me,
Though twinkling stars will dare smile through,
While you are far away from me,
They'll frown a humble hue.
And as the sunset spreads its colors,
Horizons of gold and red,
I lie here all too much alone,
In this great, vast chilling bed...
For my world has stopped revolving,
'Til you return, time's standing still,
And the cold has settled 'round me,
With its stinging, breathless chill.
But my love for you keeps growing,
Standing fast to fight the cold,
Reminds me of your body's warmth,
And the story of love, untold.
So listen to the sunset,
Look up, hear its quiet sigh,
Though' we're apart these lonely nights,
My love whispers across the sky.
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| I know it hasn't been long since I last saw you my dear,
But to me it feels as long as five hundred year.
I miss you to the point I am loosing all sanity,
There has to be an end to all this calamity.
I think of you every second and every breath,
For you I would stare even into the face of death.
To kiss your lips is to taste the sweetness of love,
And it brings forth feelings from the heavens above.
To look into your eyes is to gaze into the sky,
So beautiful with the stars and the heavens inside.
To see your smile is to see the divine,
This poem is for you, sweet love of mine.
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| " I am the vine, You are the branches. Whoever remains in Me and I in Him will bear much fruit because without Me you can do nothing......"
This phrase strongly reflects on my frens around Me.... and it disgusts Me.... | | |
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