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stories biography escapes archives


Overview


ELAINE;
I ♥ God, Raffles Netball (Batch '11) and my friends to the max!

Screams



Friday, December 12, 2008
Sometimes, you make me feel like a baby,
crying, even howling over a toy that Mama won't buy me.

Except, there's no toy involved, no Mama involved.
Once again, just you and me.

and you walk away again, so cruelly;

Christmas is supposed to be the season to spread and feel the love all around you;
yet I feel the love from (almost) everyone I love, except from you.
From you, all I feel is that deafening silence, the indifference, the uncaring. Our past may mean no more to you, but it still means everything to me, and perhaps it'll mean so much to me for a much longer time.

Those words that used to be casually said to you;
it now takes a whole great deal of courage to say them to you again.
I'm afraid of the indifference you'll show me

You used to say so much to me, we had so much to talk about;
but now it's nothing but silence over the phone.

Yet,
I'm not ready to give you up.
I'm not ready to forget.


;
Annual Christmas party at condo tomorrow,
I loved it since young (;
There's gonna be a magic show! hahaha I'm still such a Kiddo, I love magic. ;D
But it gets more boring each year 'cause there aren't many new tricks and the Magician's always the same guy ._.
I remember last year I sat on the floor with all the kids living at my condo, laughing at whatever silly things the magician did. I felt so young and innocent and trouble-less ;D

I love Magic.

Dumbledoo.

[laugh] I'm such an idiot omg. When I wanted to write this post, I typed ... "www.theblogger.com" and waited for it to load. When the screen showed some random page, I thought '... Was Blogger closed down?'' -.- [/laugh]

P.S. Is it possible for one to hate someone whom he/she doesn't even know, except for that person's name, school and age?

wait till you know about her.