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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
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
SHIT stuff!
yes, recently i got into some kinda deep shit.
got demerit point, must write letter, and worst of all is to do weekend duty which i think is cleaning phoropter and stuff.
asshole!
that woman really is a sucker lah!

i'm tired and this is the thing i fear most because i may get sick easily.
looking at my target, i still got a long long way to go.
thinking of it is enough to make me even more tired.
ocular pharmacology test is on next tuesday.
finished studying 2 chapters; 1 more to go.
YAY!

glad to see he (not pat) talked to me first on msn last night.
so i think it explains why i had such a nice sleep until i overslept this morning.

one realisation: the good guys are either attached or single (but with ultra high expectations).
and sometimes i actually paused for a moment to reflect on my love life till now.
a very rocky path.
none was successful though each had its own sweetness and significance.
i know that most of the time it's a one sided thingy.
and i couldn't figure out why.
why the other party would not love me back.
pat obviously treated me as a toy.
if not, it must be that i did not pass his requirement test.
or maybe, i was put on trial.
just like a trial frame set, we remove the lens that are not suitable for the patient's vision.
hmmmm..
now this new fella seems to have high criterion.

if you think i'm good, then how come i get all this treatment?
is it fate?
so what if you all envy the things i have? i don't even have a life i want.
my wish is just so simple simple simple simple and small..

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