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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



Tuesday, August 28, 2007
we better remain as freinds.
stay status quo.


my motivation and hope originated from him
but were also dashed by his very own hands.


when he talked to me just now,
i chose not to reply him.
i kept quiet, only nodded a few times that's all.
if i rebuke him, he will say i'm childish.
so i just listened to him.
'til he finally asked me for opinion.
when i replied, he had other methods to fight for his stand.



why?
other than being co-workers, why can't we be together?
why can't we talk about some other things than just plain talking about work?



should i regret or feel relieved that i didn't tell him i like him anytime before tonight?
i really feel the distance now, really.



back in genting,
i helped him adjust his waist belt.
helped him bring out his luggage from the room.
despite carrying my own luggage and two bags.
he had 1 luggage and 2 bags.
all combined together weighed a ton.
before that my left shoulder had sprained a little because of the poor sleeping posture in the bus.
but i still carry his stuff.
thomas and zoe ee can appreciate but his first word ain't something thankful.
his tone was as if blaming me for letting others worry for me.
why can't he see a better side of me?
i'm not claiming credit or pity from others.
i'm just doing something from the guy i like.





why is my love life so tortuous?
why is it always one-sided?
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