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so she says;






talk to me.
Thursday, July 27, 2006

sometimes i cant help but feel that i'm a total loser.its not pms-ing(read:never believe in that sort of shit and never give that excuse)and of course,it has caught me completely off guard and now its too late to turn it around.why must the truth slapped so hard right to my face.i always thought that learning lessons alone are to strengthen my inner-self but there're times i felt so tired,physically or spiritually.i have two days by myself.be it i wasted or take it as a good rest.i just felt so empty.and why would someone fancy living like me.its the most ironic issue i have heard about.why wanna be me when you've your own life to lead.sometime last week,i remembered waking up in the wee hours to find fat tears rolling down my cheeks.supposedly,its said that i have suppressed my feelings too much in the daytime and only my subconscious mind can released my deepest emotions when i am asleep.pretty amazed by how my brain react.

i have about half a day by myself.i should start working on my '3 weekend's blog entries' to the reporter and editorial team but my mind's a blank piece of paper for the past two days.what's tortuous is that the results would be out by mid-next week and the events are all up. :( and flicking my phone,my burfday falls on next wednesday and know what?! its the mid of the week!

G went out to told him that i only remebered him instead of godknowswho she mentioned(read:might be someone she had a crush on).he looked somewhat like yangyang and he's tall(read:say 185?)and that's what leaves a deep impression from day 1.he's a nice guy though.i always tot that he's mr-cool-kinda-man.basically,he is a gentleman.open and hold doors for me.ordered stuffs and bring it to me.due to my long nails,i have trouble with my favourite drink,he did lend a helping hand without me asking.before the shots,i've to remove my personal accessories and he held it for me.at the end of everything,he even walked me out.its not like i am gonna court him but nice man still exist;isnt it.ehhh..since i am talking about man,why is all the mr niceguy not married?!i have know quite a few bachelors,in fact eligible ones not attached or married and of course women flirting aggressively with them during business entertainment.yeucks.anwaysss..was over at PP's place.i like his apartment.very typical bachelor home.finally a not-so-tedious saturday.laze by the pool and soak myself in the tub and fell asleep.MTV for the rest of the day.he came back from his many-many appointments and head to take-away dinner and drive to changi beach.what a happy happy day!

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