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Monday, November 16, 2009 - 12:28 AM

we all want things that we can't have... ~ quoted from ugly betty



sleepless nite! horrors of horrors

and after much thinking and looking at photos on facebook. i think i have almost completely wipe off jc life from my memory. whoopies. ain't i swell. and wait. maybe i wasn't and still isn't that likeable after all. hah who cares, suckers. at least i'm not fat :D now i'm just mean. sometimes i wonder whether i hated jc so much because i have convincingly uglified everything or jc is so disgusting that i am left with no other options but to hate it. well my mom seems to be convinced, till now, that jc has made me into this ignorant, non-ambitious, self-defeating child. what can i say... should i have blamed the circumstances, blamed myself or just blame the entire world.

its been one week already, but boogie's words still haunt me. maybe i like to read, draw and watch dramas. or maybe i've been watching so many shows and reading so many books because i just want my brains to vegetate. so that i will not think about what the hell is wrong with me. and maybe i have been purging so much because i am so sick of myself i want to get it all out.

and following the previous entry ~ what do you think you know about me... curiouser and curiouser. maybe u can help me understand myself. i think i think so much sometimes i should just sign into a nut house. oh wait. maybe the books i've been reading is not helping at all. after some time, u noticed that people are either mad, depressed, regretful, angry... basically just unhappy. well if its a consolation, i'm swearing a lot less this week.

on a side note: this video reminds me of christmas lights.