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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
Thursday, June 28, 2007
utterly tired.
panda eyes showing.
eb eb please help me!
he's kind enough to sms me first asking me how the test went,
and told me to catch a nap as soon as i got home:)

went down to office last night to be emcee.
yea..to cover him or rather, a favour returned.
actually i didn't thought of going down 'cause i've yet to complete my revision for today's test.
but because it's him, and the way he pleaded, i'm on for it.
he came down as promised and sent me home after that.

you know what's a booster?
i don't need energy bars or whatsoever.
he's already my mental booster.
today's test was horrid.
but the thing is: i didn't regret making the trip down last night.

some things are just like that; unexplainable.
we very much would want to do certain stuff but
once a favour comes from the person you like,
we just heck everything aside.
the funny thing is we still savour and enjoy the superb feeling of having done something to help that person out, though our very own cast-away stuff turns out to be unpleasant.

i was shaking deep inside last night.
weird right?
i was very stable addressing to 100+ poeple but last night's mere 50+ people startled me.
at times, i do feel that the mic is so heavy.
or is it that my hands are too weak because of fear, that the grasp wasn't solid as a result?
how i wish he would take the front seat, just like what i had always done.
smiling at me.

ego?
regardless of gender, we all have our self-acclaimed pride.
some stuff, we just don't want to express.
and the truth always had to be denial, the world-end difference of how we actually felt.
so quote me : i don't always mean what i say.
only for this matter, i hide it from others.

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