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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, July 04, 2007
how ya feel last nite?
how come i just don't seem to sense anything?

how ya feel when he shared my spoon?
how ya feel when he wanted me to feed him? (i seriously don't wish to. why did ya just bring 2 forks? the slice of cake's for me and you to share only?)
how ya feel when he sat up close to me?
how ya feel when he used that culture on me?

i tried to find some connection to you in the bus.
i searched for eye contact but our eyes just didn't met.

when i told ya about it, was that shock for real?
you're sure you cared?
do you know that after he left, i got a sudden urge to hug you?
let me cry in your arms for once please?

& why ya had to ask me those questions to bring back those memories which i tried hard to forget?
well, it may be unintentional on your part,
but it rubbed salt to my wound.
i treat ya like my confidante and opened my heart to relate the story to ya.
if you didn't pick up that call, i would have teared infront of you.

before that, why did you have to mention about that woman?
so what if she's related to some superstar?
even he could see i'm jealous.
i just pretended to listen and hell, can you finish on that part quick?

when he asked me in the foodcourt: is that your beau?
how i wish!
how i wish the answer was yes!
when he asked: are you both on a date?
how i wish!
how i wish the answer was yes!
looking at you, i just swallowed that answer back to the heart.
"no lah. we're just meeting up"
when he said: you both are so "ai mei"
are we? or that's the only natural way towards a friend?
hints; you just couldn't catch it.

at that instant, have you ever thought of protecting me?

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