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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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Friday, December 14, 2007 ♥

Why are you hiding away from me? What's there to be afraid of. What have I done? Don't tell me sorry anymore. Sorry has lost it's use or effect. Just with a word 'Sorry' you expect me to let you continue sinking into all those emo shit? You expect me to allow you not to tell me how you're feeling? I'm sorry, NO.

You listen up. You can scold, shout, scream, talk, draw, type, blog, sms, write... whatever to tell me what's wrong or how you're feeling so I can fucking help. So you think with 'I don't know how to explain myself at times' can help you to continue avoiding, I'm sorry but you're wrong too.

Are you trying to make me lose my patience or are you trying to make me feel worse when I already feel bad? When the fuck are you gonna pull yourself outta that bloody shell that you're hiding in and come face me like the normal bubbly person you are? I swear I can flare up anytime. But I won't lose my temper in front of you.

I told you before. Whatever that you're not happy about, tell me about it. AND tell me straight. You think I like going one round before understanding what the fuck is happening? Don't tell me I happy can already. FUCK. How you want me to be happy when you're like this?

I know you're busy with some stuff and I can't blame you. You think I don't feel bad over all those things that you're doing now meh? But, that doesn't mean you can keep rejecting me. I ask you out you reject. Dinner, reject. Call, diverted. Msn, reject. Sms, sometimes no reply. YOU THINK LIKE THIS I VERY HAPPY IS IT. YOU'RE SUPER DUPER UBER WRONG.

My exams will be over in 3 hrs time. I give you 1 week of my hols to think it through. Whether you wanna come clean with me or not. Whether you wanna get outta that bloody shell and stop being an ostrich that bury its head in the ground just to avoid the whole world. I DON'T LIKE. FUCKING DON'T LIKE.

1 week before I start knocking on your door and talk to you in the exact way that I've typed this post.