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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, February 11, 2010
it's supposed to be double joy today.
first was my successful application into uni and the latter was the sms from notti.

after i hang up the call from UM, the image that i first saw in my mind when i was just about to pick up my phone to share the joyous news, was.....surprisingly notti.

it's not even my dad,mom or bro.
just then i paused and dialed my dad's no. instead.
some things are ridiculously unexplainable.
why am i so anxious to share with him my happy moments?

anyway...perfectionist sylvia would like him to call instead of sms.
i think humans are plain greedy.
even though an sms is good enough to at least hear from him, i thought that his voice will be what i really want to hear.
his tone,his sincerity and his feelings..............................................

hmmm...i could sense and feel that things aren't the same as before.
i guess, a barrier was built on purpose.
to keep me at where i am, in a place that im supposed to be, definitely must be.

good night notti,
my dearest.
ilu.

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