my hug-o-meter is dangerously low.

if you get what i mean.

this post is gonna be incoherrent unless you are me.

so dont bother. i need an avenue to rant. thats all

i wonder if you make unfulfilled promises on purpose.

it hurts especially when you mean the world to me

and tell me one thing and do another.

maybe it hurts only because you mean the world to me and not the either way round.

thats why you dont bother keeping those promises of yours.

or maybe i am reading too much, way too deep

perhaps your remarks were not meant for such close readings.

either way. its tough to accept reality.

although its way better living in my own candy coated world.

and you. i wonder if you saw my entry dedicated to you.

it hurts as well you know.

you used to mean the world to me and still do to a certain extent now.

there have been countless nights where i was so tempted to give you a call

and ask about you.

but always, my sense gets the better of me and tells me that i will be brushed off.

oh well, maybe again its me not you.

and then i wonder, how have i failed? and that really its unfair to me.

or maybe. you dont even come here anymore.

but i remember daniel once told me, even if you were my enemy, its still human instinct to come visit my blog. thats true cause i still go to yours on a daily basis. i wonder if you do the same. i certainly hope so. and i hope you get my message. again.

it sucks to accept reality.

and then, you. you have to be strong no matter where life takes you to.

have faith the Lord and trust in Him.

i will be here praying for you. and take comfort that God always loves you and so will we.

the 7 of us are approachble and are only a phone call away.

i know you are thinking that going through all these shit sucks.

but trust me you will be stronger. i know you will=)

so smile and always look on the bright side of life.

i lubchoo=)) so does God=)

my iop is almost done. ALMOST

tmr night i will be the happiest girl and then blog about my hellish iop experience.

it has taught me alot. something which i can take comfort in.

alot of comfort in. it helped me distinguished stuff.

loads of stuff.stuff not about the poem but about the people around me

and i think you are insincere.

guys are nothing but trouble.

poke them in the eye.

okay then, to sum it up all.

i am never gonna dance again the way i danced with you.

the way i danced with you two.

distance sucks. so does reality.

my life is so perfect isnt it? i know. tell me about it.