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| Friday, November 30, 2007 |
It's been a long time since I smile from my heart.
And basically I've been laughing for the whole of yesterday.
The cough sweets from her,
the accompany during break,
the floods at lucky plaza,
the mopping, cardboarding, photo taking,
the way customer thank me by my name,
and one even praise that I'm a good sales assistance!
Lastly, the cakes from Tim,
though I forgot to bring it home ):
but I appreciate the effort that he still remember!
PS: We bought a total of 8 mops just to sweep the water away.
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| 12:28 AM |
| Wednesday, November 21, 2007 |
Tell me if you don't want me anymore.
Don't keep me hanging,
don't keep me guessing.
My heart's breaking.
My love don't cost a thing.
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| 6:19 PM |
| Tuesday, November 20, 2007 |
Today marks the 7th day we haven't been contacting.
Maybe you have forgotten about me,
maybe you're having a better life without me.
Maybe. . .
My pussy starts puking blood today.
Cramps randomly hunting me,
and I'm gonna face with more mood swing I guess.
Each time I closed my eyes,
you appeared infront of me.
I fear to be alone at night,
cause I know I'll be crying myself to sleep.
I'm really tired.
Sometimes, I really thought of giving up.
You ain't there to pull me up when I fell.
I'm afraid,
I didn't know how to close the gap.
You're just so far away,
The longer this goes on,
the further we're gonna be.
You made me feel unwanted,
you made me feel our love ain't strong,
you made me feel that you're a stranger I'm facing.
I can't shout,
can't express my anger or unhappyness out.
All I can do is to sum up and write everything in this dumb blog.
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| 5:05 PM |
| Sunday, November 18, 2007 |
I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it,
I don’t understand.
If I’m not made for you,
then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
If I don’t need you,
then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you,
then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me,
then why does this distance maim my life?
If I say I don't miss you,
then why do I dream of you all the time?
I don’t know why, you’re just so far away.
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| 5:48 PM |
| Friday, November 16, 2007 |
When I closed my eyes,
the picture of us just flashed through my mind.
These's tears that stayed for long,
just dripped down and got washed away as the water flow by.
Not even a minute have I got you off my mind.
Thinking if you're okay,
thinking if you had your meals & had enough rest,
thinking if I'm on your mind.
Maybe you think that I'm expecting too much from you.
But I'm not those materialistic girls that asked for expensive stuff & dinning.
Just a little suprise can brighten up my day.
Like how I tried so hard to get a glance of your smile & laughter.
You said you ain't a sweet/romantic person.
It's just an excuse that I thought.
If you're not,
how did you manage to put a smile on my face last time?
It all depends if you have the heart to.
Sometimes I feel that we don't understand each other.
But I'm trying hard to build this relationship stronger.
I didn't want it to fall apart,
cause I know a part of me still needs you no matter how strong I may seems to be.
I've to jaggle between works & studies.
It ain't easy for me.
Have I ever complain how tired I am?
I didn't, cause I didn't want you to worry.
All I need is a shoulder to lean on.
Someone who can give me a pat on my head and tell me everything is gonna be fine.
That my life will be better with him around.
Was I too close for comfort?
You're pushing me out,
when I'm wanting in.
I'm sorry.
I don't feel good either.
Every sentence comes with a tear.
That shows how much I'm missing the happy times we had together.
Under the sun, under the rain.
Goodbye my love,
hoping that you're doing fine.
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| 4:10 PM |
| Saturday, November 10, 2007 |
Sometimes, I feel like giving my brother one tight slap.
For being rude to my parents,
for disrespecting me,
for not studying hard,
for fooling around,
for stealing my money,
for many many things he had done.
Few days back I just found out I lost $100 at my house.
I hide it somewhere in my cupboard but it's gone.
Main suspect is him,
but he denied.
And my mum choose to believe him.
Anger, sad, disappointed.
I'm unhappy.
I didn't want to show it how.
I'm trying hard to forget.
I'm tried of daily routines.
Maybe I'm not easily contented.
I'm a girl that love to be pampered.
I need attentions too.
I want to be happy, real happy I mean.
Sigh,
I'm sorry.
I don't feel good too.
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| 4:47 PM |
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