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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.



Flashback.

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.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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we did it , we did
Saturday, April 16, 2011 | 9:54 PM



The standard was very strict this year but we manage to get our gold back . :D I wish i could share that moment of joy with everyone , i was so happy , i wish i wont be THAT happy cause i'm scare i wont ever feel THAT great ever agains . If you know what i mean . And i kept wishing that i could perform and relive that moment over and over agains . Ms Chan . I really love talking to her . And i wish i could do that more often . But idk why , when talking about band , i always have this feeling that i dont have the right to do a lot of things . And it makes me really sad deep inside . :/

Recently vulnerable . Like , tears flow down without control at the slightest talk about stuffs , especially studies somehow . I always complain and whine about how people could not see how hard i've tried , maybe they're right , maybe i'm not trying hard enough . Maybe i'm not doing enough to let others see . Now i'm worried that i cant do my A levels anymore . I used to think that , when the time comes i definately wont fail de , but now , i dont think so anymore .

Was trying to find people to go out with the other day . Me antisocial loner , couldn't seem to find anyone . I miss those time , when i rush off to meet you . When i seem to be your first priority and you always come when i ask for you . But now , it seems like you're living your life and i'm living mine , and the only time i cans talk to you ishh late at night . I wish you'll know , how i'm waiting beside my fone all the time for your message . I wish you'll know that i really meant all that ily , ♥ And that i want you back .


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