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Wednesday, March 19, 2008, 12:12 AM
i feel fucking messed up right now.
it's way beyond explanation, why i feel this way.
i'm trying to gather all the answers for the questions that's running through my mind. it seems so impossible.
why on earth did it happen?
there's always this urge that i can never go against.
that's the reality. nevertheless, i feel really fucked up about it.
if only that couple of hours never existed!

well at least, i have a few happy moments to share about, and console myself.
was out with my two devilish dearies today. praveena and rosey.
we met for lunch. i should add in the point that i was freaking late. thanks to the blardy queue at the polyclinic.
after lunch at LJS. we went to catch the movie, rule #1. wasn't too bad, not too good either.
average on the whole.
i bought myself a dress. i like it very much. ((:

ard 6, i met a certain friend. went to wisma, in hope to get my old, white phone repaired.
failed miserably. the person over the counter said, there's no hope in my phone.
R.I.P my dearest white phone. :(

there's much more to the day, but some things are better when left unsaid.