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fi - like a woman scorned.
7th October 1988 - a star
is born. paranoid android. online since 2003, here you'll read about her daily spasms, visual spreads of close loves and a tinge of artworks from time to time. welcome to her humble abode.

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
five iron frenzy.

something funny happened this morning. i was on my way to the bustop where matno was waiting for me to go breakfast when i saw my dad in his car and right there and then i feel like smashing my face with the helmet and just drop dead. he must learn to stop assuming that each and every guy that i go out with should be my special boyfriend. after a horde of questions on my friend's name and background, i just gave up and convinced him that i would let him meet the poor boy one day. he must be kidding. i will never let any of my guy friends come near my dad. ever.

and i miss fee d alot. he called this afternoon and told me that i'm on a losing end. (wtf man.)

am i? truth is, i'm very much happy with the way things are for now. too much have been spoken and whether it was a strike of anger or you really mean every single word you've said last night, i don't wish to know. but the difference between me and you is, i don't go back on my words, you do. if you want things to end in a cold war, then let's all have it go your way. sorry but i can't simply depend on other people's false perceptions to stay in this rut. those pretty pictures and expensive gifts..does it mean as much? i know i can't love but neither can i bring myself to hate. you know, i had really hoped that maybe time is able to make us just stop and think for a minute. that being together is worth more than just a status. oh why can't you just see it. i may not believe in patching up but atleast i know that one day we will reach a cooling point where we no longer mind and things don't matter anymore. but you. you just threw it all away in haste.

you are a past memory. and memories to me, shall remain forever.

sad thing huh. one day i'm going to turn salad oso. single, available, lonely and desperate. bwhahahaha!! okay next friday, right after my last paper: st james powerhouse baby!

o ya life's a bitch cause i'm broke right now so everyone, stop asking me about zoukout. bye.




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