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Im the classic virgoian who believes in perfection. Sometimes people dislike me because they find me acting too cold towards humans. Or maybe they just can't accept my high standards. So, love me or not, u decide.

Screams
Sunday, April 29, 2007
hmmmmmm..

a food for thought: time is an essential tool to get to know someone better.

many things i still haven't know about him.
what i have grasped now perhaps is just what has surfaced on the superficial level.
or
the things i witnessed may just be another pack of lies that are meant to deceive innocent fools.
i have no idea i belong to which group of scenario, though i sincerely hope that it's not the latter.

saw pat's sis jingyi at pasir ris mrt station in the evening.
the first thing i thought of was pat, and hence i asked :where's your bro?
at home, she replied.
he seems to be so free, i suppose..

when i passed by pasir ris drive 1, i again thought of pat who happens to live in pasir ris drive 3.
the truth is i have not forgotten about us, about him.
then here comes another fella.
am i bad?
but the fella today disappointed me.
okok..i tried hard to cling on to my belief that everyone has their own interest
and they have the freedom to defend them.
but i think that if now a soccer match compares to the one i like, i will still choose the person.
as for him, he may think otherwise.
well well well...............


im so scared when im left alone in the streets.
rounding about the same place over and over again, i feel that im as if being stuck in a maze.
imagine a girl walking along the road at midnight when there's only the dim street lamps to guide her..
and there's a stranger walking behind her.
how would you feel?
SO LOST.
how i wish you can immediately appear in my sight and i will run into your arms.
that's me last night.
as for tonight, if not for my good friend chris, i would be confusing over which direction to take in pasir ris.

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