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Sunday, January 13, 2008,3:53 PM



DAHLIA, CANDID EH?

Maybe friends really come and go. Once they neglect you, its over. You'll start having doubts then a quarrel will occur. If you see me not talking, not chatting to you... Any form of communication, I'm giving up on you. It doesn't mean end of friendship, its just that we're slowly fading away. I'm just moving on. Why should I, go gugugaga over you and start treating you like a princess just to get your attention so that we'll start being, er, BFFLs. -.-

I've finally realised how stupid I am back in the past. How I got the wrong friends, wrong influences... But, no one ever said that life was fair and I'm not saying that it should be. So knowing that you are where you want to be and I'm not comes as no surprise. But don't expect me to be happy for you and don't smile at me and tell me things will work out for me too. I don't want your pity, I hate your pity. (Just incase any one of you didn't notice, its the lyrics to the song playing in my blog)

Still, I'm so fortunate to have my clqiue. Thanks for being there for me, guys.

Anyway, its surprising that me and Qian manage to do our hairdo on the same day. LMAO. Qian ah, congrats to your hair for being all straight again k! I cut concave, woohoo.



Eh, don't laugh! WTH, I know you're laughing. And don't say it looked the same as before, lmao. Okay, for some reason, my hair color is coming back. Maybe I didn't dye it inside-inside. K, die. Tomorrow sure kena scolding.

KK, BAIBAIBAI!