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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, March 10, 2011
to be honest, i didnt expect him to reply my offline msg (that fast).
i was really frustrated last night as i was typing the message and i was practically ranting and blasting to whoever hears my cries.
and i received his offline msg just now!

a short row of 3 words touched me deeply.
finally someone heard me and gave me a sense of comfort that he cared.
thank god!
notti can i hug u?

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Tuesday, March 08, 2011
my throat contains lotsa unspoken words and perhaps they were all contained in my mouth too but down they travelled back to my gut again.
:(
at this juncture, i know i dont have the freedom to speak nor i have the right to.
:(
i wanna whine but a grown-up like me cant.
:(
i just felt myself like being PLACED onto the skateboard and have to painstakingly row it to move with my hands.
and did anyone ask me whether i know how to skate in the first place or whether im afraid?
no i dont think so.
I WAS BEING PLACED ONTO IT MY DEAR!

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