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so she says;






whatever will be, will be.
Thursday, February 01, 2007

i climb up to bed thinking its weekend. whip out my phone under the pillow to know that its thursday. prolly the whole day i just indulged in mindless activities. went fitting for 'sassy missy workshop'. will be presenting 'romantic' look. yea.. see the 'dressy' and i'll know how romantic i am when its published. lol. ;p

too bad you just dont see;
that man he would be.

my surrounding's a whirl lately. not that i am particular bout what i heard. moi thinks that moi's letting nature takes its course.

and not that i am shutting everyone out of my life. i'm totally irritated. stop telling me this is life, i dont give a damn. i choose what i like and what i want. i do not hold any respect to anyone i meet eye to eye. talking and answering is just part and parcel of politeness from me to you. dont you at least have any idea of that? i cant help but snort at those who bombarded questions at me. i guess everyone can have a major turn over, how about being a writer or reporter? i'm rather disgusted with the superficial concern.

for once, my smile was sincere within that awful boundary. that text came in, at least no questions were asked. not even why i am not in yesterday. he merely reminded me to take more water. this is concern and not suffocate me with whys. i have more than enough of those. i think he knew what's it like. he ended with a hug and his name, for a moment, i wanted to say, "why do you wanna hug yourself?" but thanks anywayss.

@5:41 PM