When u were a kid, parents would ask you, "so will you rather have beauty or brains ( Read more... )

thinking abt too many things... y cant he say the things i wanna hear? cant he just cajole me or hug me 4 a while? when there is such a pregnant pause when i asked if he will still like me if im no longer accomodating, my eyes started to swell with tears... does he need that long to reply me? what if he is wrong n im not accomodating at all? im ( Read more... )

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Funny how people turn to blogging when one is unhappy or in an emotional turmoil. I havent blogged for such a long time and yet, now, having no where else to turn to. I came back here. I've tried writing on paper, thinking that it might be more private, but my handwriting sux nowadays ( Read more... )

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I feel deliciously wicked.

I think this year is a year when I learn about a lot of things in life. "Growing up", "facing reality" they call it. Perhaps so, but it hurts. I cant really remember how many times I've cried this year but it's definately a lot more than usual. I am no longer the happy girl in the past, the happy girl who set up this blog when I was 15 ( Read more... )

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