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Do you believe in fairytale? I still do not know if I do...
But I believe in us, our story and I am committed to write the world best love story with you.
longer than usual? more fussy ;)
Friday, January 25, 2008 @ 11:01:00 PM


many things running in my mind now. i wonder if i am going to remember what to type.


today in work, i realize something. i realize that humans are rather unique either as an individual or as a group. as i was placing the menu for this malay family and i was about to walk away only to be stopped by this very fake British accent excuse me, i want my order to be taken now. turning back made me open my mouth even more. a girl younger than me by about 3 years. seriously, i was taken aback. nevertheless, deep breath and fake smile. quickly take order and get away. malay family with fake British accent. the world and its wonders.


i think i slimmed down. oh well. just a perasan case filler.


today, i learnt how to fight for myself. call me idiot. call me pussy. eh wait. i am one! erm, then call me whatever-you-want-to. not everyone is able to stand for themselves when they are really situated in it unless it is either very desperate or the accumulative anger within. as for me? i decided to end it today since i am and will be your unimaginable nightmare till i decide to stop. call me bitch, it hurts me not. in fact, i like it. haha. how many people get to be remembered every night and day? that person has to be special *winks*


i feel like listing out a whole damn wish list here. haha. most of it would be irrelevant i think. try and see. if it works out fine, then i might put it at the side. but i don't think i will. prolly just another scribbling where i would forget once i wake up the next day. anyway how, for all the KPCs in the world, here you go:


1. more time to sleep.
2. a robot that can do my assignments. preferably a clone of myself. so that i don't need to wake up so early for classes.
3. use the magical hair growth serum. i want my hair to be long again *sulks*
4. i want extra pay for my part time. by 100% please tangkiubhai.
5. i think i am going to repeat myself again *ops?*


okla. so it is not like the little miss/princess wannabe kinda wish list but hey! it is mine ok? ok. i think i am in need of sleep.



and when people talk about you, all you do is just walk away. you affected their lives; they didn't affect yours.

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