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on being loved

Meigui Loves too many things, and too many people.
There's too many things to accomplish in too little time. There's too few things to do in too much time.
Patrick is the star of my life. MORE?

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Crossed three thousand and one yards to get that flower.


Monday, April 13, 2009
Comma Rant
I, don't know why I still bother pretending you do not annoy me, when this must be the worst it had ever been, if my eyes were Swiss they'll be cake (Swiss rolls, funny not), I, don't know why I bother considering we can be friends, that I should make an effort to hang around, that I should bother at all, because things just plunge like waterfalls into potholes, because every other minute I'm counting down to the next, because suddenly you mean so little I can hardly count you anymore, let alone count on you, I don't understand why I still bother pretending you matter, when I'm way more comfortable around people who act like I do, who do the sames things I do, who live the same life, because to me instead of asking about which branded stuff you just recently got, I'll care more about asking about your job and your job experience and I'll care more about things like office politics or funny childish colleagues or such, and instead of asking about which friend you just knew 2days ago from which club is so-and-so and how fun clubbing is, I'll care more about things like universities, whether we should take up hostels, whether we're looking forward to it etc.

I digress.

I hate to think why when you cross this age, clubbing is the norm, you club you cool, even if you don't drink, even if you don't dance, you just SHOULD club, even if you say no, you just SHOULD come, even if you want to sleep, you just SHOULD join, even if you are getting angry, you just SHOULD be a sport, etc.

Back to what I was saying, you, YOU, I hate everything about you, stop, can't you for a moment STOP, thinking so highly of yourself, you make me sick, and want to stampede on you, and so too many damn times I felt like screaming, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN, but that will be a slap in my own face, because I was out of my mind today, and as much as I don't want things to end this way, (they usually don't) I can't be bothered to pretend you matter anymore, you probably do, just not to me, and as I realised it, it has been like this all along, probably it was me who didn't want to admit being who.

I feel great, because I know I'm so much better off now.

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I'll get my gray highlights this weekend nmw, ros.


Nothing's exciting this week at work except that's it's the 15th soon so there'll be stationeries requisition and ho.

PS: I've a very bad habit of not replying to tags. Till by the time I do it'll be too late to, like replying to Weeyang now about his comment over KTV is funny because WEEYANG YOU PANGSEH-ED US THAT DAY, and I don't even know if he tagged before that outing, after that outing, or during that outing. My response vary for each yaknow.


8:39:00 PM because I say so