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Like someone would say, its all about wrong timings. I hate it that maybe it happened at the wrong time. Then again, it probably was my fault.

And then I lament. Why wasn’t I given any chance at all.

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God, help me.
Please.

like a knife.

and again the radio version’s much nicer. this live one sounds weird but oh well.

the list goes on.

I want a nice new bag. But I have no idea where from as yet.
Oh and I want a pair of shoes, a watch and perhaps a whole change of wardrobe (and more).
Wish I could get them all at a go but yours truly ain’t all that rich (cuz her mum would never ever give her any spare cash to splurge ): ).

Um, can someone tell me where I could grow some money?

guilt.

I realised I still can’t get over that guilt. inevitably get reminded of it now and then. I know where and how I’ve gone wrong and I really wish I could apologise to everyone who was part of it.

Yes, I know it’s a thing of the past. Just hope that my actions from now on can be redemption of some sort. I can and I will do it. Cross my heart.

superman (it’s not easy).

afterthought.

Thinking about my previous post, I actually feel that change is so much scarier. I hate it when people change incomprehensibly. I might be guilty of it myself, but I wouldn’t know. How and why people change aren’t within our control, I guess I can only blame myself for being too stubborn and refusing to accept and adapt.

But then again when you think about it, you can’t deny that change is ultimately a consequence of time.
Can you?

时间.

世上最残酷的 恐怕是时间.

waver.

I’m not sure if stress is unknowingly starting to get to me. Isn’t it so damn pathetic that I can’t even tell if I’m stressed or not. Maybe it’s cuz when the merest of it surfaces, I cover it up and push it away like some sort of instinctive self-defence mechanism. Only that it’s actually all but plain escapism.

That doesn’t bode too well does it.

sole dictator.