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Tuesday, July 13, 2010 @ 8:19 AM
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I nak ni pagi-pagi boleh? Hot chocolate with mini marshmallows in it.

Perhaps I couldn't lie to myself anymore. It's simple, i'm not ready to move on and I think he knows it himself too that he somehow still has feelings for his ex-girlfriend. Whereas for me, my feelings towards HIM has never faded. I said nasty things to show that I somehow moved on and am strong enough to pick myself up and stand on my own two feet. It was a pride thing, I wasn't being honest to my heart.

I'm gonna take my time choosing the right one for me. Or maybe just wait till someone comes along. I'm just gonna mind my own business and pray hard for my call for the 2nd interview. I really hope I get this job. I don't mind if the starting pay is low, seriously. The title "policewoman" excites me a lot and somehow motivates me to do my best. BUT I think i'm gonna cry when i'm cutting my hair!!! *Sob sob*

Listening to: Hady Mirza- Angkasa




Embrace The Deception