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Sunday, November 22, 2009 7:21 PM

Like dark clouds filling the sky and blotting out the sun, I really feel like I was in some kind of darkness, never alone but always lonely. I just feel horrible for the past weeks for so many reasons that sums up to life. Just so terrible and how I wish people could come up and console without telling (Muhd Afiz, I'm strongly hinting at you) though I know human doesnt read minds. I really wish I can be 18 again where I have so much time for myself. Maybe it is best to play ignorant but then again playing ignorant when we know the truth doesnt help. I want to dance, it is so addictive that I'm getting the withdrawal symptoms so bad. I hate it I have to shut myself to many things, just hate it.

Can someone just get me that diploma instantly, I just hate how much it takes up my time so much that I still think about work whenever I go out yet it doesnt turn out productive. Really envy those who is able to express themselves freely through arts.

On the other hand I really had bad experience with masseu, I think they love touching and caressing men and "ang moh" more than women. Bloody arse! Women don excite them bah.

Back to the routine-that-is-not-so-productive sadly


dear diary.






i’m who you want me to be.
cos you’re my one and only.
cos you were all I ever wanted.
cos you were all I ever needed and more.
cos i’m still in love with you.





without a single word.





Archive/2009/04




won't regret.

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