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You catch me on the speed train,
beeper in a 3 way.


Friday, January 8, 2010 @ 1/08/2010 08:45:00 AM!(:

Hey my untouched blog, I've just started my college life. It certainly feels odd for my first time facing college life though, but I believe I'll get used to it somehow. Just realize I got a lot of works to be done, in terms of getting a hot bod, dance to be better, and need to read a lot to improve my English and of course to prepare to face the doom of long college essay for my first semester.

Not cool, not cool at all.

But if that takes me to another level in my life, I don't mind facing the challenge at all.

What comes around, goes around.



Tuesday, January 5, 2010 @ 1/05/2010 12:09:00 PM!(:

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Because we're friends till the very end.

Back in the days, I wish time could pass by fast so I could leave high school as fast as possible. But now, I wish I could go back to the the days, because I miss em' a lot. I miss highschool, I don't wanna grow up and start thinking about responsibility-.-

Esther's working, Chai Yeen's working, Cecilia's working//slacking and that lefts me, the earliest from my gang to start college tomorrow.

Ha ha.

You got it damn right, orientation's tomorrow.

I'm not gonna abandoned my future plans, even if you're out of my life.

And me back to dancing, is the most wonderful feeling of the world.

Practise girl, you know you have to. Even Vincent said that he used to CANNOT dance, well everything have to practise to be perfect right?

xx




Saturday, January 2, 2010 @ 1/02/2010 10:04:00 PM!(:

Breaking up between us is just a small matter to me right now. Of course it still hurts me, well not little but a lot. No matter how much I listed things that I hated about you, I still love you. Of course you'll think I'm stupid and naive, because I think I am so too. But I know as time goes by, I'll get better. I'm still growing, like duh. I'm still learning. I didn't regret for what I've decided. And besides, I didn't regret for letting you go even though I don't like the decisions I've made.



But the most painful part about us is now,
if you still can't let her go. Why wanna bother to start from the first place then?

Oh what? You get bored of me because I give you all the best I have?
So fucking satisfied now?



Friday, January 1, 2010 @ 1/01/2010 04:44:00 PM!(:

I'm really sorry if things have to end up this way but you left me with no choice. Just so you know, I've never regret loving you from the very first beginning when we were together. I've learnt so much things from you, seriously. But nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to me, but myself meant nothing to him most of the time. Things just couldn't work you know. If you admit that you're that fucked up attitude guy, then change it if you do love me. But still, is true that you are who you are and I am who I am.. With me doing all the stuffs for you, the sacrifice, the toleration, the temper, the financial point, and the ego.

I just couldn't stand this anymore.

It doesn't mean I'm weak you know? It just proves that I'm smart and wise to make a choice like this, even if it hurts me so fucking bad.

I mean I don't wanna drag it any further cause I'm scared it'll hurt even deeper for both of us.

I believe every heart was made to be broken, and my time is now. That's the way of life, is just something I have to learn just keep moving forward.

And yes stop telling me I'll find better guys out there, especially college. I know that. LOL

Oh like damn it, I can't even stop crying while I'm typing this god damn post.

You said you love and miss me,
but guess everything is too late now.



@ 1/01/2010 02:34:00 PM!(:

And a whole new story begins.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!



Wednesday, December 30, 2009 @ 12/30/2009 08:41:00 PM!(:

NAIVE–adjective

1. having or showing unaffected simplicity of nature or absence of artificiality; unsophisticated; ingenuous.
2. having or showing a lack of experience, judgment, or information; credulous: She's so naive she believes everything she reads. He has a very naive attitude toward politics.
3. having or marked by a simple, unaffectedly direct style reflecting little or no formal training or technique: valuable naive 19th-century American portrait paintings.
4. not having previously been the subject of a scientific experiment, as an animal.



Tuesday, December 29, 2009 @ 12/29/2009 05:51:00 AM!(:

I just realize I've been always upset, sad and emo most of the time when I'm with him.

Although I'm only 17,
I'm still like you, who have a heart waiting for it to be broken one day.

It actually took me this long to actually see things clearer now.

and yes, what are you thinking now, it might be coming true afterall.


p/s Hoping for a better year in 2010, hopefully it goes well like 2009.
pp/s Writing down my 2010 resolutions.





yourBYTCHH(:

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Eighteen on 5th August2010.
5'2 minus high heels. I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I. I'm a very random person, fashion addict, sushiholic, music lover and ready to take on the world.

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