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Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Somehow I felt relieved after talking to her. Not relieved.
I feel like the the burden, the load on my chest has finally been lifted.
Even though it was a long time ago, even though I forgot almost all the happenings, I kinda feel uneasy whenever talked about him.
My heart will just beat fast.

After the talking, then I realize all I needed was the truth. The full whole story.
It's not that I'm still thinking of him or whatever. I just feel like I'm missing something.
Maybe I forgot to kick his balls before I left. I need to leave a scar at his balls.

K serious shit now, thank you for having that talk with me.
Even though I know you don't even now i have a blog, ya.
I'm sorry for giving you all the hatred last time. I didn't know anything and all I wanted was just taken away from me just like that.
But that was the past. I grew up and now I know what I'm looking for. But whatever I think of him in the past will never change. I will not trust him and never will and err.. I still hate him. I stand by my words in my heart. Is whatever I'm saying right? hah~ Paham2 je lah k

Next, errr... for now, I love everything that happen to me now.
I love my family, even though we are kind of having a crises,
I love my sisters whom I spend my holiday playing slumber party, make-up with and quarrel of course,
I love my bf who has ALWAYS been patient with me and
I love my small group of friends who has ALWAYS been there for me when I need them.
Thank you thank you thank you everybody for making who I am today. Chey, mcm buat speech menang oscar seh! K I'm about to cry thinking of all the stuff. Haish. I love you all.




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Her.

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Bummer

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