It's all about timing.

My dear told me many not-so-happy things of her best frd. It's all about, well, timing.

And when I am listening to my dear in midnite, I stare at the gentle wooden alarm clock, a gift I love and treasure so much, the first gift to be precise.

Yes, it's all about timing. The right timing to get the right person neglecting all trouble, the right timing to break, the right timing to try without stupid and time consuming hesitation, the right timing to not being regret, the right timing to kiss, the right timing to touch, the right timing to suck, the right timing to bite, the right timing for intercourse (if u enjoy I write frank), the right timing to have learn how to love and protect a childwoman wholeheartedly from now on.

To get rid of unhappiness, tragedy and disaster, u have to step back, think deep, and choose the right timing to do the right thing. (Yes, I am writing for u to read).

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An art indeed.

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P.S. (1) Park, when u look at my old very old iPod 3G, u know how I want to buy 2 80GB enhanced 5th generation iPods for my dear and me. U owe me now.

P.S. (2) Eric, no need to worry about yr comix, u can see they sleep well besides my bed now, though I still haven't finish the 1st episode.