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♡ strike off your ugliest pose cause i'm snapping shots of you. and throwing 'em away.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010, 2:20 PM
*CURSES CURSES CURSES*
I miss you alright.
*Curse*, I miss you.
E v e r y t h i n g was unexplainable.
Leave me to my deathbed and you'll explain, sigh, I'm telling you it's gonna be all too late.



Trust me. On the outside I might be cursing the freak poo out of you, but no freaking anyone knows how the heart inside got injured everytime I did.

Can my day got anymore worser?

P.S. You always said that everytime we met, nervousness would overwhelms you but that you promised to pluck up enough courage to approach and start the talk. But *sigh*, you never were. Remember, on 17th April last year when you had your first public speech, you told me how you shuddered and was practically shivering? Do you know how much I totally can't have my eyes stick to you when you said that speech? It was heart-wrenching. Remember how you always have to tease me about my smiles and I just have to shun that compliment and moved on to other topic? Remember that you used to say that you'll be waiting for me, everytime when I told you I'll be right back in one of our conversation? Remember, you used to also said that "Even if i have to wait to be with you, i will wait b'cos ur the most special person i ever met.. I've never felt this way before.." ? And you totally apologize for saying that? All of your little little things for me like the equation thingy: sya + sya = perfect eqution. How perfect of a person can you be back then? You know, I really love love love the moments last year. I just wish time wouldn't be so cruel - to have to steal all that away.