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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

This Brightens My Day, Everyday.



I don't know when you might decide to close your blog or delete entries so I ripped this part off it, the best part, and keep it with me forever.



I'll be your best friend to keep as long as you still want me.


11:50 pm


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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Phone Rings,

anonymous called.




Baby can't you see, there's tonnes around you who care but yet you're gonna let that person matter more than all our concern combined together?

And the phone call sets me into a mode of depression.

12:15 am


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Monday, January 29, 2007

The Best Friend Turns 18.


Updates updates!

Celebrated Bella's birthday last last saturday 'cos none of us were available on the actual day (which she had tonnes more fun, la!). Was a surprise, from us to her and vice versa given the sudden update she did- (girl, i never thought you'll never tell them but now that you did, does it mean you're starting to accept this twisted thing and think nothing of it?)
GIRL I LOVE YOU TONNES DESPITE -.

Anyway, cut the crap, here's the pictures.

top of the hill, lights beneath our feets.


from the top.


Part of Bella's gift. - She almost drank paper & leaves.
Hongky - We look like we're joined at the head! LOL.


Everything that need be said is said in the letter, honeybunch. Just so ya know,

WE LOVE YOU. (=

2:49 pm


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Thursday, January 11, 2007

Jaded and Prostrate

I am.





I need a break soon, and I mean soon.
I can feel myself falling sick.
I just want to sleep, undisturbed, for 20 hours.


Somebody please pull me out of all this and necessitate a time-out for me.

3:17 pm


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Monday, January 01, 2007

Shameless Bare-Naked Pleading

Just in case you didn't see it on the other side, I moved part of it here.

Darling.
Let's just dedicate this entry to you and you should know who you are.

(censored)
I'm hating this whole thing although I'm not really involved but it hurts me deep too. I think you do realise don't you? I may be just thinking a little too much but it's scary to think nothing too but I'm seriously afraid to lose you to this situation. Be it an invisible barrier or distancing, both will NOT work for me as there are so much things that I've lost so I'd really REALLY rather not lose you too you get what I mean?

At this point of time you might probably be getting sick of me crying over this issue all the time so just slap me and tell me you've had enough if you feel that I'm over-reacting or not being mature enough about it. But just so you'll know, it's looking at it maturely that scares me all the more. Thousands upon thousands of what-ifs might set in and jeapordize everything or make all my fears reality and trust me, I'll simply die.

This may sound sick or what but really honey, I treasure you THAT much (there'll never be another you, you know what I'm saying?) to make me this hyped-up. Also, I've known you long and well enough (for your information this is the 1825th day we've been friends) to justify my fears when I see you as a sudden stranger where I no longer know how to defend for when people ask me, where I can no longer confidently speak up for you, where I don't know what's going on in your head.
BUT GET THIS STRAIGHT. Despite all this I'll still be here for you no matter how much it traumatises me and will traumatise or worry me.

So don't stop updating me.
Don't start thinking I'm a nuisance or a wet-blanket who's conservative.
Don't stop loving me.


Please.

8:13 pm


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convice me tonight at Harry's with a margarita

Snatching the cigarette and threatening to crush it, he said,
" Make a decision now, and make the right one. "
" Three, two, on-"
" Ok maybe one last puff? "
" Com'on we both know it's not gonna make any difference. "
" Just let me.. "

Takes a deep puff, and cigarette got pulled out from the mouth hurriedly followed by destroying it by dipping it in candle wax.

Trashing it in the ash tray, he said,
" Don't look at this as a wasted cigarette. Look at it as a step closer to quitting. "




Thanks honey it's gonna be haunting me for some time.

7:23 pm


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