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louisa
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Friday, August 10, 2007

i have been resisting the urge to pack my full-u for almost the entire night.
:/
it's been more than 24 hours, yet it still hasn't sunk in.


i have newly discovered just how hua1 chi1 ppl can get.
like whoa.
haha but seriously, the stories are rather amusing.
i mean really, no offence meant.
but he was once somebody's eye candy because he was said to look like edison chen.
(fyi, i still dont see similarities :p)
and he was 'dumped' as eye candy because he was revealed to have a 'voice like a crow'.
i've never thought of it that way before, haha.


i resent it when i'm talking to someone, and i'm asking a question,
and the person just completely ignores me and starts asking her own question.
i mean if she answered my question, or even brushed it off with a simple i-dont-know,
i wouldnt be so irritated la.
and then she insists that i answer her question.
-.-
rather muchly irritating.


i do wish you wouldnt ask such excruciating questions anymore.
number one: you know i know you know the answer.
i bet you're just asking for the sake of doing so,
and perhaps partially to show off.
number two: we both know you're doing this without sincerity.
i am not about to feed your already-inflated ego just because of this particular relationship or something.
you do put me in a bit of a sticky spot, you know.
or do you secretly enjoy doing this, knowing full well how i feel?
i guess i'll never know.

i wonder how,
i wonder why,
i wonder where they are.
the days we had,
the songs we sang together.

i miss you.