Friday, July 07, 2006
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i'm a dead duck
realise that it is only when i'm under much stress and anger would i write more and blog becomes lengthy, very. and the very motivation to make me spend a fraction of my precious time(that's a lot, i have a bloody tight schedule) , regurgitate everything interesting i've come across everyday in this very blog is that i hope he would show that he's really interested in my life, and wants to be a part of it and bother to read up on my everyday sufferings and bewitching stories i have in store for him; though my stories might not be as appealing as i described, at least i hope that he would find pleasure in reading up on my everyday life.
bottom line: i hope he reads my blog.
the fact that he was never interested simply makes me feel atrocious. nasty feeling. try it yourself.
his reactions...
excellent piano skills (exaggeration):he's not interested
swims with much grace like a dolphin (hyperbole): not intersted
proficient language-wise(no kidding) : wait till u're as good as book writers
confident, caring, considerate(all u could ever ask for): u're just not good enough
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the list goes on.
he didn't say all that. but that's the whole idea of it.
i mean i don't mind him not reading my blog , but at least show some concern or whatsoever.
there's just too much things i can't write about him in detail.
you-guys-who-knows-what's-happening-know-why.
{ go to hell } 2:48 AM