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the.girl


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 16, 2007
early morning he miss called me.
is he uptight?
i called him as quickly as i could because i wanna hear his voice to start my day heartily.
as promised, he called in the night.
another miss call.
so i called him back.
thanks for your concern ya..
*hugs*[and don't wanna let go.hehe]
i love the "cheer up!"
good evening~~~~~~

oh ya..
thanks to suat hoon too!
she's a loyal reader of my bloggie and even smsed me to cheer up.
gam xia~

went to ak in the afternoon.
what a mess!
instantly i dislike the environment.
things were lying around, a few desks in the middle of nowhere..so untidy..
what an eyesore!
i couldn't find my stuff until i had to resort to borrowing.
no internet connection and worst of all, none of the cables work!
when i just stepped into the office, i wished to step out of it immediately.
gotta wait until all renovation work is done, i guess..
then, there will be another round of packing again..
i was inside the marketing room, the room which contained truckloads of memories.
it was where me and pat had dinner together; where i had to always peep into before we really knew each other; a workplace which doesn't seem to be what it was with the enjoyment of gazing and waiting for him to complete his stuff.
now the tables were all out of sight.
as well as that corner outside..
when we spent a great saturday together.
what's left is just an empty space, empty room, empty memories.
talking about pat,
i just dreamt of him last night.
it's been a long time since i last dreamt of him.
does that mean that i missed him too badly?
in the lalaland, the feeling seemed SO REAL.
really!!
the emotions, his temperature, his face, his hug..
i didn't want to wake up from the dream.
stupid alarm.
lemme indulge in this hard to come by fantasy can?
lemme continue dreaming of it can?
because i know once i wake up, everything restarts from zero.
everything disappears.
tears fall.
i really truly seriously miss you.
what happen to us?
why are you so cruel to leave such a huge question mark dangling behind?
i see you online at night nowadays but you never talk to me.
the bus stop...was it our last goodbye?

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