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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
Tuesday, April 03, 2007

i happened to see this picture from irish's profile and it suddenly struck upon me that hey, we haven't been keeping in touch for quite some time and this is the so-called latest news from you. how ridiculous can it be and how pathetic it is for me to only know about all this from other people. im not a nosey parker who likes to poke my nose into every little thing but seeing this, i laugh at myself. whenever i look at your pic, my heart is like almost wrenching itself tighter than before and i feel like crying but i couldn't stop myself from looking at it. guess that's memories. tell me what to do. i can see those flashbacks every now and then because you've never really left my heart.
"how have you been doing these days?"
a burning question to ask and an urge to call. and i back out. my ears aren't there to hear unpleasant stuff so maybe because of that i'd rather shut them off.
you may be happy out there, but im not. does fate really end here?
my friendster song is for you, dear.
how i wish i can call you this forever...
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