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Saturday, July 10, 2010
"breath of fresh air "

perhaps you were right.


keyword: perhaps.





went out with the ketawerz yesterday evening. hahah. a group namely made up of: yohannis, eddie, nas, and myself. it started way back in secondary 2 malay class. we named ourselves as such because we were always laughing at absolutely everything and anything. and for an english-oriented person who dreaded malay class like me, it's safe to say that they were the only reason why i looked forward to malay comprehensions and assignments. kinda cool to still be able to enjoy being around them even though i've always thought the 4 of us made a weird combination. brings back old memories. (:

the night ended up being a disaster.
one that i hope i'll never speak of again.
it wasn't much of the wrong timing and wrong date.. it's more of wrong decisions being made.




sometimes i wonder if i've done enough for you.. if whatever i'm doing would be appreciated better by somebody else. if you'd learn how to appreciate me only if i'm not there. i know i haven't been the most perfectest girl on earth, but really? you've made mistakes more than once yourself. so what is up with us being all calculative and judgemental? because i don't know about you, but i am sure as hell sick of it.


goodnight.

p/s: am desperately looking for a job. will do anything except illegal things for money. (i cannot stand weekends. what was i thinking?)


i thought and wondered at 7:16 PM