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15 august 1995

Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Because it isnt just you that's hurting,


Been so busy and caught up with so much things i hardly had time to think.
I guess its a good thing, maybe.
Work intially at suntec was good. However, after two pathetic days, things changed.
Currently dying of loneliness and boredem at Holland Village's breadtalk.
Time passed so slowly, but its just a day left from now. Glad i survived(:

Prom was good. Yet awkward. Mixed feelings.
The only thing i remembered was my feet hurting so bad. Like, seriously, Ouch!
Need to thank these girls for being there for me. Halimah, Avril, Shermaine, Priscilla. <3
That very night, certain questions made me think, alot.
Reassuring yet doubtful, was basically overwhelmed by my own thoughts and feelings. Well.
So Prom generally was, really nothing special. ):

Kay, Malaysia trip with my girls.
Great, awesome, and a good time to leave everything aside for awhile.
Rides, shopping, heart to hearts.
Yeah, we made it through.
Ridiculous busride, because the bus broke down in the middle of nowhere, TWICE.
Almost died on the rollercoaster.
Shopping was hilarious. We literally ran in and out of shops, spending like we didnt care.
And eat, and eat, and eat somemore. Sigh, gained weight. ):

And so, i came back to singapore to face a whole load of shit, like seriously. Urgh.

Marriage should be built with trust.
I look at my dear grandparents, i feel sad. Really sad.
I dont know what happened, but im just praying everything will go fine.
I worried, but i guess i cant do anything to help the situation.
Work was so ridiculous i cant be bothered to talk abt it.

You know, i feel so apprehensive, so hesistant, so confused, so terrified.
I dont know what to do.
This situation, simple yet complicating like wesley said to me.
Till now, im still really affected by what happened previously.
I cant comprehend anything my heart is saying.
I feel lost, lost in my own thoughts.
I need time.
I feel guilt weighing all over me.
I need to scream and vent it out.
Sighhhhhh~
Kay, Goodnight. I shall sleep my problems away, and leave them for tml.
Mental note: Running away is not going to get you anywhere. ):
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