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Geralyn aka Arlyne
24th June 1984
Loves Scrambled Eggs
Enjoys Crapping

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For them to STOP touching my comp!! Like FOREVER!!
No need to see them every sunday! - Sickening
Big, Red and Chio Gucci Wallet.
The chio pink colour PINK PANTHER PHONE!
To go to ROMANIA!!
Get a Vampire Boyfriend.
To be able to pass the damn story.
Get my Driving License.
Trip to Japan.
Trip to Korea.
Trip to Taiwan.
Get into PCF.
To be a Tai Tai.
To Huat at every mahjong session.
Strike toto and become an instant millionaire.


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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Redwan Ali - Till The End

I've always been avoiding that song.. till today. I finally had the courage to not skip that song, when it shuffled through my playlist.

As the song played, I could feel the same ache in my heart and tears threatened to slide down my cheeks as though what happened five months ago, was just yesterday.

I really could not understand, in whichever way, what made her choose that decision back then, knowing it would cause all three of us pain. I still hate her. Still cursing her that she'll have her retribution one day, as the song continued playing.

I don't know how long more would I take to let the memories fade. It's still deeply etched in my heart, every single detail, every word he said, his reaction when he mentioned her to me. Though forgiving her is near to impossible, I hope my wounds could heal faster so I wouldn't have to avoid that lovely song on purpose.

Crapped at 5:49 PM