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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
>>> xiaoguilin

spent the entire day at xiaoguilin for cip. 12 hours.

i think cip has really lost its essence cos now people do it so that it'll look good on their testimonial, not cos they really want to help the community. and i dunno leh, but stoning at xiaoguilin and watching people do electrolysis on newater and chopping and signing doesnt really seem to help the community in any way whatsoever.

but oh well. it was -KINDA- fun in a weird way i guess. just that i got tired and sian and hot and bothered after a while and all i wanted to do was go home.

found this on someone's blog.

"It's risky, falling in love."

"I know that. I've been in love before. It's like a narcotic. At first, it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.

But then you get used to the person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."


how true.

i thought you'd never hurt me.

dont say you love someone unless you really mean it. i thought you did, but now i find it hard to believe.

what i feel now is no longer worry, nor anxiousness. its just disappointment and a tiny bit of sadness, i guess.

is it so hard to reply a damnit letter?

if you loved me, even once before, surely you wouldnt treat me this way.

is this what you want?

sometimes i wonder if you regret what you said, do you?

fuck. i hate myself.

{ fate can act in a curious way } 6:30 PM

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