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Torn apart between Libra and Scorpio, I cannot define my personality as well. I seem to be optimistic yet pessimistically emotional. I want to be the best yet might sometimes be too lazy to put in my best. Whatever that is, I guess my blog speaks better than myself.



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Saturday, 24 November 2007

Dear Diary,

How? when the night arrives, and everything turns quiet...
I'll start to think of him.
It's kind of ironic. When I was with him, I don't think of him as much as I do now.
Humans. Pathetic humans.
Yea...I'm here missing him, and perhaps...
He's now flirting with other woman.
He's now laughing off watching a movie.
He's now sleeping soundly.
He's now ... whatever.
It's just not worth it.
But I can't help it either.

Sigh...Sigh...Sigh...

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