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♡ I hate to be in insidous
Wednesday, July 23, 2008, 10:39 PM
It was really ghastly to have someone unexpected to like you likes you secretly.
I am distinctively advert to Matthio. I can't believe he have a secret crush on me.
Ah!!! Godess, help me!
It came out of the blue... he was sms-ing me enquiring me what will I answer if a guy whom I don't like, likes me?
I hesitate to answer his doubts due to me memorizing mandarin words prior to tomorrow's test, but then I thought I shouldn't keep him waiting and just gave him a brief reply only to have him keep asking me over and over again.
I replied ________ to him...
Then came this sms when he says that he likes me once.
Flabbergasted, I am right then. I take the sms daintily to ask him out of curiousity what about now?
Predict me.
He says; A little and who knows maybe tomorrow I might approach you and say I love you.
To me, its rather eewish and grossy and mushy.
What am I supposed to reply him back?I asked myself without limitless doubts.
+/- He says goodnite afterwards. I felt so guilty in conscience.
*mantling*
Eeihhhh, I don't feel like coming to school tomorrow!!!
Ah!
I hate this hateless insidious. I really do!

Er, why am I even bother posting this to make it publicity to loyal readers?
Just take it as a wind gusting.
WhateverWhateverWhateverWhateverWhateverWhateverWhatever