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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
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
i can stay nonchalant to all and other stuff,
but i just could not stop wanting to know every single bit about you.
coz all i hope is to merely take a step closer to you even though we are living in 2 different countries.
i love to see your update coz it makes me feel like im living in your world.
it's ok if you dont reply.
i knew it all these while and im already used to it,
but i dont mind leaping forward to start a conversation.
it's alright, it's ok.

i just hate myself for being so hopeless.

3 days ago, a guy staying at the opposite block just died suddenly, probably due to a cardiac arrest for that was what i heard from other neighbours.
though cliche, life is indeed fragile and unpredictable.
we are so vulnerable to changes, especially to sudden and silent ones and our lives are therefore sealed by death.
isnt it scary?
i always see this guy cooking in the kitchen whenever i looked out from my window and i could not believe that the deceased is him!
i repeatedly asked my parents whether they made a mistake coz i refused to accept the shocking truth.
in my heart im asking "is him? he died just like that?"

lemme ask you.
if you can forsee that today is going to be your last day on earth, what will you do?
and if you can't forsee the future, aren't you going to do something from this moment onwards?

for me, i have many things to do and many things to say especially to notti :(

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