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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



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Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

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dont make me hate myself ,
Friday, April 29, 2011 | 9:28 PM



Kept going out with those three ladies recently . Ended up forgetting who i told what and somehow keep prepeating my stuffs to the same person or share a joke with the wrong person . Oppos . Feeling a part of myself dying day by day , wasting my life away . Today was another lame shit school day . They call it de sports day . But seriously , it more like , idk , a show for moe that we are ... Sporty ? Plainly speaking , it wasn't much fun . Not that i tried much to find fun . :X

Ytd had chinese compo test after school . Think i'm going to flunk it . Agains . So i hope that by some miracle , the length will help pull up the marks by a little bit at least . Lawls . I choose the 'write about how one small incident touched your heart and made you do some reflection' qns . The other option , news article reflection , ishh actually easier but i was scared that i've no time to finish it cause normally i crapped a lot for those kind . So i anyhow made up a story in de end . Getting worse and worse in writing those type of compo . Mixing too much of crappy emotions that eventually gets me off topic . It used to be only family-related topics that i cant do well in . But now , anything that has got to do with my emotions ? I fcked it up .

Went Kellie's house tgt with 2 other girls and 4 other guys . Actually din really wanna go at first cause it seems like it'll be really awkward which ishh really what happen at first . But after a while , actually , ishh a long time , then we started having everyone having fun tgt . ... Thanks to two water hose and a stack , no , two stack of poker cards . (Y) I'm glad i have fun . Glad i had somewhere to go when i dont wanna to go home , glad i have friends who pei me when i felt so alone . I hope i made them happy , like how they make me smile deep from my heart , ♥

` I dont want to hurt anyone . Esp her . Cause i love you and you love her , i cant hurt you so i cant hurt her . But i can hurt myself . For i know my own weakness , and i wont aim at it like you do .

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