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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, September 11, 2008
birthday girl has alot to say today!

truckloads of thank-yous to my lovely friends and colleagues:
-notti (the first to wish me happy birthday in the wee hours)
-dear
-suat hoon
-dad
-bro
-rena
-gary lee
-dear lilin
-iryn
-say hong
-francis
-boon long
-mikoh
-vincent
-classmates
-jeremy (J&J)
-ms yip
-mr toh

of all these, i felt the most for notti's and dear's sms.
when i read dear's sms, i was laughing all the way.
i bet i'll laugh even harder if i request him to sing to me.
however, notti's sms created an urge to cry.
perhaps i'm touched that he remembered my bday which he said before that he would.
or perhaps i'm missing him a slightly too much.
it came at almost 2am but i only woke up and read the message at 4am.
afterwhich, i couldn't get back to sleep.
tossed around and finally fell into a short miserable slumber which lasted only 45 mins before my alarm rang.
dreamt of notti.
can i be a lil greedy?
can i wish that he'll call me some time today?


tried to keep it simple.
i did tried very very very hard.
but my heart just pushed me to act to its reverse order.
i'm afraid i can't take it anymore.

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