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Friday, November 09, 2007


i guess i owe The Glers a lot for making me laugh through all the tears and pain. for making me forget, momentarily, how much it hurts inside. for putting a smile to my lips when others just can't. for icing the tears. i know i've never told you guys in detail exactly what, but one day i will. and i hope you guys will understand. but while it lasts, let me maintain my gler-ness with The Glers. Sesi mencari costume SpiderRid tu, kita adakan bila Umai balik dari Chennai kae? and Rid, no matter by hook or by crook, i'll come along and kasi kau crash course dalam soal-meyoal membeli hadiah. set? plus, aku kasi bonus: kita akan belajar menjahit spidey suit kau yang diperbuat daripada kain berkilau-kilausementara tu, rajin-rajinlah check handphone.

sometimes i just sit down and wonder who exactly are there for me and who are not. who matters most in my life, and who just seems to be a passing character in the story of my life. the lines between all these just seemed so blurred, it's difficult to clearly see it. or maybe i'm just so fed-up that everytime i don't want to talk, people are expecting me to talk. and when i feel like opening up, i end up opening up to myself.

at these points in time, i just need you so much. but i just don't have the heart to burden you.

you know what? i think i might as well let people know how i really am, who i really am. i know that on the outside, i'm crappy, cynical etc. i'm a football fan. i'm a makeup obsessor. i prefer violent, action and comedy flicks compared to family fun.
but deep down i'm different. they say you can tell a person's character by the type of music she listens to. my music taste is still leaning heavily towards love ballads. i'm sentimental.
sometimes when i'm offended or hurt, i stay silent. sometimes when i watch sad movies,or at a funeral, i can be the only one not crying. that doesn't mean i'm devoid of emotions. that just means i don't show it. because once i start showing my emotions, people will sense that it's my weakness.

i'm unwittingly counting down the hours and minutes.

"i know they say if you love somebody
you should set them free"

ronan keating's right.
i love you. i'm not stopping you.

"maybe cos i know you'll always be with me
in the possibility"

12:24 am

the one


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