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myself.
Friday, 7 August 2009 @ 8:45:00 pm
saying what it hurts the most


There might be people reading this, there might not be either.




but i would still like to pen down my thoughts and my feelings.

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dear everyone



from my past few entries, some might know i have been on an emotional roller coaster ride for quite a while.



this is how i am exactly feeling now.



depress. unmotivated. unhappy.



there are times i am just afraid, too afraid to say, too afraid to feel, too afraid to ask for a hug.



1*
i met my grandma last Saturday, after material shopping with dmsasaki and rish. i was told that my grandma slipped and fell last Tuesday, bruising her knee and her arm.





She saw me and asked if i knew what had happened over the week. and i lied to her, i didn't know what went on (partly true, as my mum only informed me the day before, which is a Friday).




she explained, what had happened. and cheekily mentioned she might go anytime, seeing it as a sign/clue.





i replied back, "Ah Ma, me too." She look back, probably surprised that i would say such thing, esp. my image to her was a cheeky monkey who does childish stuff.







2*
i don't want to be left alone. i am scared, like anyone else, though it might look as if i don't care.




during my birthday, people i expected to drop me an sms to wish me a happy birthday, did not do so. how disappointing.





that's why i said i was crying all day long.




all i wanted was someone to take me away just for one day on my brithday, just one day, was it so hard?




3*
work. sucks. for. now.


my colleague left, without proper handover being done. i had to clean up her mess, and i hate it. people here are just revealing their trueself over the time.

politics.
taichi.
backstabbing.


it ain't fun, i would say. IT jsut riles you up, making you p*ssed because people don't seem to see that they are being an a**hole. (or maybe they knew what type of a person they are already.)


4*
my smses, half the time, are being ignored by people whom i need answers from.


if this is what you want to do, i can't say/comment much either.



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for this post, this concludes my feelings i have been harbouring all this while.


i still thank those who had shown concerned, be it via tagboards, sms or meet-ups.

many thanks in advance


yours sincerely
the girl who couldn't see
Amelia Ang/suki.luna/JAWS*

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Thursday, 9 July 2009 @ 12:27:00 pm
to mark aaron lee

dear XXX

perhaps you've got no guts, perhaps you got no balls.

perhaps you still think i've got feelings for you now.




Guess what? I don't. :D




I got over you ever since you replied my smses twice asking 'who am i'.
you're just plain rude.

you don't even have the guts to tell me off, too coward that your girlfriend had to use your number to sms me to 'stop bothering you'.


I feel real sad for you. Aww, have a cookie. :D


thanks, dude. you showed me how a f*cktard you are.



too bad, you're just lost, same to your girlfriend too.


yours sincerely
the diva/queen

*p.s. you're a COWARD. remember to have this included in your CV/Resume! :)
**HAVE OFFICIALLY DISCLOSED YOUR IDENTITY!!! 8D
***I will be back in school soon, this time to show you what you have just missed.

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