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Monday, February 25, 2008

Prolific fucker IV

Like how potions bubbled hard in a seething, often-seen-in-cliche-fairytales witch's cauldron, that's how she felt right then. It gurgled worser & worser as days leapt by until that one fateful moment. The moment when the heart chose to remain numb. Time taught her all. No matter how she made huge efforts in convincing herself that things would reciprocate in the desired way, she knew she couldn't simply live in utter denial for long.

That things would remain as it was.
That things would stay as it was for eternity.
That things would never change despite endless prayers for badly-yearned miracles.

Whizzed her mind,
"Say what you want to say, do what you want to do. Go out with whoever by all means, just be it. I shouldn't meddle with your affairs since you've called us quits. You got the freedom that you want- use it."
Whizzed his mind,
"Don't get me wrong................................ I'm not having affair(s) diana."

Assertions after assertions. Hopes after hopes. Hell. Now she didn't even know who or what to believe anymore. Part of her thought that this was all fake. Part of her inclined/forced to believe that this was all fake. This thing's going nowhere. Indeed she'd reached a dead end. One solution?

Move on.
Just freaking move on!

. . .

It's that time of the month again. -.-

P.S: NO! Please, I'm so not refering to pms.
P.P.S: It's just me & the cruel self-inferior month. TSK

. . .

YAY! ILI GAVE ME TPJC YEARBOOK! Big deal huh, diana? BUT OF COURSE. THERE'S SPARROW! Cutest thing in the world. -.-
OH! AND I VIEWED TPJC'S CORPORATE MUSIC VIDEO ALREADY! GOT YOUR FACE ILI! WITH ANNURSHAH SIA. See? Even the cameras chose to cut me off (i sat in front of ili & i wasn't in the vid!). Proven that I'm u-g-l-y. -.-

Oh cut the crap, Diana. Petty you. -.-

. . .

Ah scram off. SCRAM OFF.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

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