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Friday, September 01, 2006

today is the start of holidays! yeah! and i get to wake up late. lols.

ok.

yesterday, i was talking to my ex classmate. he just got dumped and is feeling depressed. and it's amazing how i tried to cheer him up and talk sense into him. lols. i guess break ups really make a person grow up alot. lols. and it's weird why i didn't think of such things when i had a break up 8 months ago. weird, isn't it? anyway, while trying to talk sense into him, he complained that what i'm trying to say is profound. lols. profound yet makes sense! lols. cool isn't it?

oh well. it's just feels weird. friends are telling me their problems on relationships and i'll either give them advice or cheer them up. yet when it comes to my own problem, i'll always be the one avoiding it. crying just don't help. waiting makes you feel worse. looking back just makes you look silly. and running away just won't solve it all. but yet, you just can't help but to cry, wait, look back and run away. cause there is always a part of you that don't wish let go and don't wish to put it to an end.

all that a girl ever wished for is to be loved and to be cared for by the one she loves. but even such simple request just makes LOVE seems so complicated.

oh well. i no longer know what LOVE means. or what it feels like to be loved.

where is that person to wake me up from my fantasy? where is that person to call out to me "wake up! it's time to face reality!"? where is that person to tell me that he'll show me what forever means? lols. there goes my dreams again. i guess no such person exist. and even if he does, he'll never be mine.

done blogging.

-tell me it's all real-



the world will turn WILD.
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