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Monday, April 16, 2007

as i said

in my other private ranting space, I'm looking back at many things that happened before the boyfriend and guess what?

With all that amount of drama going on you'd have thought at least a hundred days went by but really, it was merely 30 days.

In 30 days I have:

- stopped smoking
- given away a little something very precious that i've been keeping (on audrey's birthday!)
- broke out of shit and staying away
- found myself the boyfriend
- or more like really REALLY fell in love


I have to admit though.
Looking back at posts in the other blog, I feel like I have seriously overestimated my maturity. I thought but I didn't really think. Many situations were handled in a rather immature way that I would never have done if I were a little more sober.


Drunk, I was.
But that's ok, you'll keep me sober.

Although I look back, don't mistaken me. I don't regret.
( well maybe a LITTLE cos seriously I would rather have known you earlier [= )
I just look back at the shit hole I fell in to, survey the surroundings, and learn how NOT to fall back into shit holes as such.



i love you boyfriend


9:32 am


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