I'm hot cuz I'm fly. You ain't cuz you're not.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

better in time.

cuz when u ask me if i'm fine, it's a pretty silly rhetorical question, because i'm not.
but no, i'm not suicidal.

thursday, gina came down to office to pass me chocolates, waited for me to knock off, and we walked around then dinner (even though i told her i wasn't free and she knew i was lying).

friday, i roamed around bugis, got some stuff and finally headed home. it's not nice to finally face the mother with the truth because, she really suck at dealing with issues.

saturday, i hung out with raz.

sunday, i hung out with raz again, at michelle's place.

thank you to the people who offered "to be there for me", but the best thing i could ask for from pple who care, is to learn from gina: she cared enough not to pry and not ask me all the "why" and "how" and all that bullshit.

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