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Reality
born serene oh but not old.
nicknamed the old one now.
i stress, i am not old.
i would prefer to be called, mature.

It's not a dream if it came true,
but we exist to dream.
Make a wish,
I'm your faithful genie that doesn't have much patience :)


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Monday, May 22, 2006 ♥11:01 PM

life's okay. up till today. i really wonder how i survived all these crappy days.

jon is really weird. he loves udee. oh nos. he molested udee lah. i know udee is supposed to be gay but still, heartache. he wants to share udee with me. fine. i will. or else later he don't want to return udee to me. oh wells. my poor udee. you know i love you. sorry darling.

and we had a talk on those who cut themselves. choo is kinda amused and scared at the thought of that. she just don't know anyone like that. and don't understand. i seem to understand suaku rather well now don't i? now that i can explain the whole logic behind cutting to choo. jon thinks i am like too. haha. cos he was like,"you seem to know it very well." well. cannot help it if i kinda know how it feels. to be dead. a zombie. walking corpse. people i know cut for a plain simple reason. to feel the pain or to see the blood. to feel alive. to feel alive. it's to numb the pain in somewhere else. to numb it. so you won't feel it and hurt. simple as that. it's nothing serious. maybe cos i just happened to experience more stuff than the kids.

went for dinner with chuan wenjing and wyn. were talking. seem like i really have a generation gap with wyn already. my thinking seemed to have matured, over the past year. i can really connect with chuan. and he is like 10 years my senior. i really matured. and the kids didn't. so we have a generation gap. a gap to be bridged soon, or else i will be so far ahead of them. my one more year really has caused a huge gap. but at least i can surely say i think more. on a very much different level. and has seen more than the kids. they are seriously kids to me now.

on a different level of thinking on mature stuff, i happen to be on the same frequency on crap. hahaha. i am weird. okays. off to think deeply for the pw survey questions. love ya.