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Friday, July 18, 2008

I am lost. =O Actually after that long chat with Aner, I already knew what I was SUPPOSED to do but still, I will probably not do it. The reason why I say probably, I know the relationship that Liz and I share now is nothing more than strangers. We haven't been talking for over a year. The last text I received from her was a "thank you" for her birthday wish. Sigh. Wait, I am going a little off point here, but oh yeah, I was saying, even if I were to confess again, it will probably be Mic jacking himself yet again, and she probably will not reply. Sucks to be me eh? Here I am fantasizing, not sure if thats the appropriate word but you get my drift. I've got my drivers' license card already, I think I look like mr bashful. =O Okay, nothing much to update. I am going to, erm, watch some television. Love you people.



Yet another day, another beautiful dream, a horrible way to start my day.
18 July 2008. 7:07pm



7:01 PM