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maybe
Sunday, August 20, 2006
sometimes you may think you know but you don't really. sometimes you may want things to work out but they don't. sometimes you think things are going according to plan but they are not. sometimes you plan things for ages and then everything just flops. sometimes you think you know what you want but you don't really. sometimes some things that seem to be working out suddenly stop working out. sometimes you get lost and can't find your way back.

But on the other hand.

sometimes you feel that everything is going to go wrong, but everything works out just fine in the end. sometimes things work out better than you expected. sometimes you find it hard to believe your good fortune, but it's there. it's real and tangible.

i guess time will tell. but please don't let me get hurt again. please. i don't want. i guess that's what i was crying for yesterday, crying about. all the times i was hurt. cuz i remember telling carian 'i don't want'. i don't want to be hurt. again. i really don't. please.

*insert*
i just remembered that yesterday while i was wandering around, this group of guys like saw me alone and waved to me. i was like. erm. do i know them?! so i just waved back and walked away. but. how was i to know that the other side was like a dead end. wrong way. how embarassing. so i had to turn back and walk pass them again. and they were laughing at me la can. hmm. i feel like a natural clown. i should just join the circus or something.
*end insert*

insecurity kicks in again i guess. it's hard not to feel insecure i guess. especially for me. i always feel like i'm hanging onto a really thin thread. one that could just snap.

on a lighter note, watched click finally! =) it's like nice can. but.... well. slightly embarrassing. haha. oh well.

where can i find my pencil box huh. suggestions please. for nice cloth pencil cases. and please don't suggest DIY everybody. heard that before. hahaha. do i look like i know how to DIY. - _ -lll

tomorrow. =)
--Merci tout le monde--
9:09:00 PM

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