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Monday, July 09, 2007

gt a scolding this morning.
well, my fault.
i didnt get work done up properly.
damn. me. k.

but things change for the better after some stuffs.
at least, i thought.
driving was also fine.

then, after class, things went downhill again.
darling couldnt meet me.
he's working n he's aint free.
no time left for me.
and another sms from my dear brother, Francis.
thanks.

it's awful, and my mood hasnt subside.
maybe tt's wad they called, pms.

cant be bothered now.
and psp left a tag for me, told me, i should consider a game over.

i cant play well.
not a good player, perhaps.
or maybe fate's not a game, at least not for me to play.
not for a girl who's turning only 20 this month, she couldnt juggle.
she cant do anything right.

silence, quietness and loneliness comes together.
they're awaiting me, arms stretched out.
wanting me to be close to them.
close enuff for a embrace.
shutting the door after me once i reach them.

you wait and see.
Joanna shall triumph, she wont be a let down.
she can be alone, all the way.
nth shall obstruct her.

Blogged @ 9:23 PM
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