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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
Monday, June 04, 2007
hey, what happened to me?
i was alright just now.

went to AMK stockist to listen to garry's training.
i was lucky enough to escape from being the emcee because this guy could multi-task.
he took over my role.
yeah! i was spared!
afterwhich, garry, limin, chris and i set off to changi airport to bid farewell to thomas, henry godfather and meriani.
i was indeed feeling quite okay on our way there and when we reached, we just saw many many many elken people taking group photos and roaming around.
then it's our turn to take pics with our group people.
it was until when i saw a girl hugging her mother over and over again when she's at the departure gate, as if could not bear to be separated.
that was when my mood took a change.
the sight whereby thomas french-kissed to his daughter made me feel even more unbearable.
i realised that seeing people away in airport is an awful feeling.
all kinds of anguish washed over us at this particular time.
his daughter then waved to him when he'd already entered the gate.
SHANGHAI! YOU'RE NEXT!

i really don't feel like going for the batam leadership training during the term break.
but..konda had already submitted my name to monica.
fuck lah.
when no people volunteers, i kena this unlucky shit.
i'm really not interested in jungle trekking, raft building and stuff.
definitely not my type.

in addition, i also don't want to share room with someone i'm not so familiar with.
really lor. i won't feel comfortable.

SO MANY DON'T WANTS
CAN ANYONE PAUSE FOR A MOMENT TO HEAR MY WANTS?

i know that this may sound ridiculous.
i'd rather share room with him because at least we're on closer terms with each other and AT LEAST i will be able to sleep in the 2 nights.
what's the problem here?
there are 2 SEPARATE beds per room hello!

all sorts of nonsense.

i finally understood your intentions.
but you will never understand how i feel when i look into your eyes.
it's not just mere eye contact.

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