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I only befriend people who can accept the way I am. Cold yet emotional, complicated yet simple. I can don a thousand masks but I won't in front of those whom are close to my heart. I bake, I cook, I sing, I dance, I'm just any ordinary girl you can find. Drown me with Long Island Tea Without Coke for that's my love. Never try agitating me. I forgive easily but I do not forget. I really dislike people who bitch nonsensical stuff about me to others. You're just jealous, so go get a life or ask your Mom for one again. Oh yes, I'm not picky about food. But I do adore good food. I mean really good ones. I've learnt to live through the worst of life. So don't come preaching me.


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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

As much as I want to tell you how much I miss or love you, I can't.
As much as I want to get over all these shit, I can't.
As much as I want to snuggle up beside you again, I can't.
As much as I want to feel you to hugging me to sleep again, I can't.
As much as I want to wake up and see you beside me again, I can't.
As much as I want to feel your touch against my skin again, I can't.
As much as I want to have your arms around my shoulders again, I can't.
As much as I want to feel loved by you again, I think..
I most probably, can't.

The moment I teared, it started pouring. It was as though they can feel how I'm feeling inside. But why, can't the rain wash away my tears for me?

Saturday night. Now that I remember, I've forgot to mention that Gary's friend, brought someone who looks almost exactly the same as he did. I couldn't stop staring. Was it me or was it the alcohol? It's most probably just me. Now you know, why I cried.

I wanna stand in the rain. So you wouldn't know, that I'm crying. Over you.