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Sunday, March 9, 2008

moved. ask me for new link.
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Monday, February 11, 2008




Enjoy!
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Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Jealous. Someone's a lil sour puss. Yes he is
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Sunday, February 3, 2008

who doesn't long for
someone to hold
who knows how to love you
without being told.

I guess its hit me. I am officially lonely with nosoulmate and it totally sucks. like on the train, you see people kissing. You see people signing in with a photo of them and their lover. And when you don't have anyone like that, you just get sad. Depressed. Lonely. Like me. And well. I guess I've told people to love themselves and be HAPPY with themselves, but its hard after 15 years with no one to hold. No one to love. And no one to catch me when I fall.

Soulmate, wherever you are, I'll find you. soon. I promise.
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Saturday, February 2, 2008

I think I should b.l.o.g. more. Me and V made up. Isn't that fab news? Now it feels good that at least SOME people care. Sigh. Hint hint? I'm tired. My body aches. All that will disappear tomorrow at the prospect of having ** ***** **** *****! AAAH.

Go me
Go
ME
BABEYE!
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Thursday, January 31, 2008

Sigh. You know what sucks? It sucks to be so excited for a day, and end up almost crying during a lesson because of how bad your day has been.

Today was supposed to be a good day, but boy, did it turn out to be just okay. I was so excited when I left the house and was on my way to school. Then during recess V calls me conniving and sneaky. As if I ever bitched about him. He's one of hte few people I never bitch about because I totally respect him. I may have passed a comment or two about him, but have never brought him down. And the person who caused it all is just sucking up to V and acting all nice. I bet he saw it all. I'm such a foool. I have so many things to say about V, but I won't. I just want to blurt out what I really think about him and his attitude, but I won't. He's such a hypocrite! Yesterday, I was talking to Ievan about a math problem and V was like dont tell him anything. Then TK starts talking about another math problem and V listens intently. Shows how self centred and conniving HE is. And he is so self centred and proud. He goes on and on and on about how Amy Chua likes him and blah and I just have to smile politely. And he must be taking some kind of drug cos honestly, he does not seem to be normal. He doesn't do ANYTHING that a normal teenager does and well yeah. Its weird. Oh, did I mention that i'm totally jealous of his extremely strange friendship with TK?

Who could this V person be.

And Joshua can certainly get on my nerves once in a while. The whole day is practically a chance for him to make fun of me. Every period, he says something that hurts me. Sigh.

And it also sucks to have to choose between two friends. Both of them hate each other and I'm caught in the middle. It sucks, cos you'll most likely end up losing a friend, something which I so cannot afford to.
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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Just maybe for once, I'd like to be treated nicely. Just maybe, I'd want to be accepted and well-liked and not hated and laughed at. Just maybe, I'd like to be the person's pencil box you don't take, the person who'll always follow you. Just maybe.

Sigh. I wish people would understand what I just said. I guess a lot of people don't exactly care about how I feel and have no clue whatsover about how to read my face. Cos if I'm sad, you should be able to see it.

There's only butterflies. I wish I could go there. Natasha, give me your pocketful of sunshine. I guess I'm what you'd call "emo" whenever I blog cos I never seem to be happy. Well, yes I am pessimistic, and I don't see anything wrong. In real life, I may come off as optimistic, so let me change sides okay?

And problems of others are kinda serious too. I do care about them, but when I'm 98% going ot sleep, it may seem that I put me above them. which of course I do, but I still care. Like maybe when I go to bed, I think about the problem and pray that everything will be fine.

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