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Wednesday, September 01, 2010 @ 2:55 PM

i dislike the way you kept adding girls to your facebook.
i dun mean to control you but..
spare a thought for me wad.
i dun mean that you canot add..
u can add those u noe.
but you kept adding. kept adding.
know or duno also add-.-
"mr is now friends with lurves and 10 other friends"
all are girls with pretty DP
FML. jus treat it i m jealous den.

goodbye hamie.
thats the last photo i've taken for you.
i will nvr see you again
goodbye to you too; my dearest.

i think that everything is meant to be.
no matter how much i cried.
how much i sigh.
results would be still the same.
just like what i thought it will be.

i gotten this feeling that this bday, would be a bad one.
REALLY bad.
just as wad i expected it would be.
but things happened earlier.
no differences; its just...
A MATTER OF TIME.

guess we have went back to the starting point.
but, is there a starting point for us?
i dun think there is.
you must have hated me. i hope you do.
if u hated me, forgetting me would be the easiest :)


you asked for a breakup.
no matter how much i didnt want it, you still initiated it.
thats how much you wanted it.
i couldnt said anything.
wad i reply was. "Up to you"
i teared abit afterwards
thanks weeleng. for talking to me. i was suppressing my feelings.
whenever i am alone, that feeling was so overpowering.

so thats why we miraculously happen to meet on the bus without communicating.
and its the last time you sent me back
the last time we hugged.
the last time i cried on you.
the last time we kissed.
that explained our fate :)
everything was in a chronological order.
oh yah, thanks for everything that you have given me.
thanks for everything you have done for me.

though i hope its a prank, a fake situation.
i must face the fact we have broken up.
if its fake, it would be GREAT :) 'DREAM ON'
help, i am in pain.
it would take years to heal.
i want an escape. sigh.



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