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Sunday, July 27, 2008



his hp reek of his scent. and my fingers reek the smell too. even after wiping it clean with wet tissue its still there. to remind me of him and somehow make my heart a lil upset. i swear i was over him. but dunno why im feeling this way. anyway, its a mixed scent of his perfume and his ciggies, which i love. find myself sniffing the hp a few times. damnit!

spent the whole day watching House and i stumbled across Nurul Ain's fairytale videoblog of how she met her husband at her blog. and im so freaking jealous. why cant i have similar lovestory like she did? met her husband when she was in her teens. dated for 8 years before settling down. why cant i have that? why do i always meet the wrong kinda guys and get myself hurt all the time? my childhood dream was to marry my first love. my childhood sweetheart. but that will never happen.

i somehow see myself being alone and single. u know like those old teachers in sch who is still called a Ms? yah. thats what im gonna become. i have plans. plans to get married, have a family, be a good mum. but thats not gonna happen. heck im not even dating nor are there guys interested in me. i know i know its still early to say. but seriously, i dont think its gonna happen. maybe i should just go with my stalker. do u know he is still waiting for me?! he's always asking if im available. and when i asked why, he always say he wants me. thats totally freaky okay. and dont worry, im not that desperate. hah.

on a lighter note, im planning to go on retail therapy. dont know when that will happen. will wait till my first paycheck this 12th. see how much ive to spend after setting aside the necessary. maybe buy myself a new hp. or camera. or mp3. or psp slim. i kinda like the N76 im using now. stylish. although i used to think they are copying Motorola V3 design but after using his red N76, im hooked by the design! or maybe just save enough to buy an Iphone when it comes out in Sept. yah. a birthday present for myself.


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