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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
Sunday, December 07, 2008
it's 1.47am now.
i'm supposed to sleep after watching liverpool's victorious match against blackburn.
sleep...but i suddenly felt so awake.
i gotta say something before i can sleep.
i mean, you know, there're some things in life you just can't say out regardless how much you don't like them, because you might just hurt the other person?
i don't understand how come such a difference could exist?
is this the so-called freedom from the long-awaited liberation?
no doubt that friendship is important in everyone's life, but i could feel that it tramples everything under it's mighty feet.
sarah lim once said something that engraved deeply into my head.
she said: ".............because the guy is not ready to love this girl."
it sets me thinking and reflecting on my past rather.
how could i not figure out such simple logic?
yea. i can't move on.
for as long as the past keeps tugging on me.


today was the last day of clinic for the term, yet i committed a grave mistake for forgetting to take IOP.
hey, this was bad manz!
i was distracted and affected by the people around me.
ohh....inner jealousy could really hinder my performance.
HEY HEY HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SYLVIA, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING AT THAT MOMENT?
i just wanna quickly see my patient off so that i can quickly leave that place.
pack up and go.
so much for that anticipation.
what is this manz?!
::please don't talk to me.::

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