Will I Fall in Love Again?

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Forgot to bring my bible and notebook again. Why this past two weeks, I have been so forgetful?

What is the age to be called an aunty? Thirty years old? Forty years old? Or after you married (regardless of how old you get married)? What will you do when people call you aunty when you are not?

Turned on the radio, heard Backstreet Boys, Inconsolable. Thought of buying their album. Should I? Above video is the wrong music video, but the song is correct. Click here for the music video. Below is the lyrics.

I close the door
Like so many times, so many times before
Filmed like a scene on the cutting room floor
I wanna let you walk away tonight
Without a word

I try to sleep, yeah
But the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me
A thousand more regrets unraveling, ohh
If you were here right now, I swear
I’d tell you this

Baby I don’t want to waste another day
Keeping it inside is killing me
‘Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you, to you
I wish that I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I’m inconsolable

I climb the walls, yeah
I can see the edge but I can’t take the fall, no
I memorized the number
So why can’t I make the call?
Maybe ’cause I know you’ll always be with me
In the possibility

Baby I don’t want to waste another day
Keeping it inside is killing me
Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you, to you
I wish that I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I’m inconsolable

No no no
I don’t wanna be like this
I just wanna let you know
Everything that I hold in
Is everything I can’t let go
Can’t let go, yeah

Cause baby I don’t want to waste another day
Keeping it inside is killing me
Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you, to you
I wish that that I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I’m inconsolable

Don’t you know it baby
I don’t wanna waste another day

I wish that I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I’m inconsolable
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh
I’m inconsolable, woah yeah
I’m inconlsolable, yeah

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Name : Sentosa Girl.
Gender : Female.
Birthday : 28 September.
Horoscope : Libra.

Websites :
Dear Diary.
My Old Diary.
Advertising Blog.
My Photo Album.
Interesting photos that I found online.
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Likes/Loves
Colours : Pink or white.
Places : Borders, Page One, Kinokuniya, Sentosa, beach.
Food : Mum’s cooking, chocolates, ice creams.
Fruit : Oranges, green apples.
Flowers : Sunflowers.
Others : Musicals, opera songs, pop music, watching movies, taking photos of interesting stuffs and etc.
Animals : Corgi, cats, Husky, hamsters, guinea pigs.
Dreams : Author, songwriting (?), freelance photographer (?).
Sports : Cycling, watching sports channel.

Hates/Dislikes
Colours : Black.
Places : Dislikes to be in a train, and there is kids playing noisily. I love kids who knows how to behave in public places.
Food : Any types of mushrooms, spicy stuffs.
Fruit : Pineapples.
Flowers : None.
Others : cigarette smokes, almond smell, almond, anything that have almond.
Animals : Lizards.
Sports : Playing sports. Except cycling.

Weakness : Taking train alone at 9.30pm to 11.00pm. Injections, anything that goes under the knifes.
Strength : Caring, helpful.
Love Language : Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Receiving Gifts.
My love language is definitely not physical touch. I don’t like people giving me hugs, pat on the shoulder, pat on the head. I can give these to friends. I like holding hands. A sideway hug do me just fine. Other than these two, no thanks.