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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
>>> i cannot take another torture like this

jittery feelings, woke up at 12am looking for you. i woke up thinking where are you and what were you doing.

i made desperate calls, a few times consecutively, but you failed to pick up the phone call. unfortunately, i wasn't in a very good mood given i've had a hard time making myself fall into a honey moon trip to lala land.
blame it on myself that people tend to do stupid things unknowingly.

but my question is, " is my longing for you unacceptable?"
bt why do you not reciprocate my feelings for you?

to my shock, until i've made a desperado SOS to catherine through msn and phone calls, and what seemed a brilliant idea to call your house instead of allowing my thoughts to wander off from the totally off-track stream of thoughts, that i got information from your sister that YOU HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP.

to think i was still waiting for a pathetic phone call, wondering are you still rushing a testimonial for wei shan, thinking if you still have a fever, whether you have taken your medication, whether you are falling asleep or are you being coerced into another alcohol drinking session along with kissing as forfeits.
a ransacking brain session indeed...FUCK la

though i admitted i have fallen asleep too, but like you said, it takes two hands to clap, your irresponsibility is unpardoned to a certain extent, although i understand the fatigue you are feeling.

irresponsibility of what? you might ask. irresponsibility of informing me that you're not calling that is, as well as another forbidden rules you have violated. for that, come to me for clarification, and you might receive the treatment you should receive depending on the seriousness. and of course, how forgiveness is being asked for.

i close my case.

{ go to hell } 12:17 AM

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name:apple mei


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birthday's on 21st oct..thanks people..*smirks*

l.MP3--at least 4gb and no CREATIVE please

2.a brand new wardrobe( packed with new clothes)

3.wait till i think of stuff

lastly, a stupid idiot 24 hours available for me...


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i live in my lackadaisical world i call my own
but only to be tied down by shackles of education which obviously suck big time
living with complexities of life which cannot be revealed and told openly
living in self denial and drowned in my everyday lies
unhealthy living dead i call myself
i just want a simple life with a boyfriend
the desire for a simple want purely makes my life difficult to those who knows my secret
with that i rather live life a living dead.
i no longer reveal the zany side of me
maybe i lost it along the way
on my pilgrimage to maturity
i yearn for someone to open the door
one of where i came from
to find bliss once again
out in the open lawn