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Tuesday, November 28, 2006


know i am supposed to be studying but let me blog a while more. =)

feeling waves of nostalgia.
i know no matter how much i dun care or indifferent i think i am, i still care. but i guess the care this time is different. its no longer the kind where your world matters to me but more of a friend's concern. i am glad to know that you are doing well. and funnily, its strange how i know more about you through others.

i wonder how it will be when i see you again.
will it be a hi and bye scenario, and we walk on with smiles on our face.
or will it be awkward, where we no longer have things to say.

thinking about the past makes me realise there were numerous times where ya misjudge me. times when ya have no idea what i really think. times where you make me feel insecure and needy even when i am not. times when you thought i was throwing a tantrum when i am not. sometimes, you just misunderstood everything that i do.

in a very zen manner, all these are no longer important.

i have moved on and i am determined not to look back. i only hope that you will keep your promise of regrets. this chapter of my life is closed where i will only take it out to reminiscence the past.

♡ 12:46 AM