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Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 10:11 PM
in about 2 hours, tuesday's ending.
it'll be wednesday. && am meeting him at 10 in the morning.
i'm feelin anxious,worried, a whole lot of emotions that's running around ma mind.

the messages we exchanged today.
it made me feel, tmr's meeting would be somehow pointless.
the hidden message u sent across, makes me think u have clearly moved on.
am enraged that u have moved on.
how could u.. or at least, it's not possible u have moved on this fast.
then again, there's some hope that's lingering around.
u'll be back, sweetheart.
if u dun, ma love's down the drain.

to all who have been there to pick me up.
* valli & veena
i wouldn't noe if i would have been able to smile without you two. ((:
* nurimah
ur advices mean the world to me. i love you.
* nesha.sherilyn.rosey.shakthee.cs.
u guys being by ma side means loads to me.
- thanks everyone. -

i have decided to prepare myself for whatever outcome that pops up tmr.
that's the least i can do, if i can't make u mine.

it's an abhorrent holiday.
&& honey, if u have moved on, it's faster than i thought.

i'm praying for the best.