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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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Saturday, December 30, 2006 ♥1:17 AM

feeling all emo now. somehow i find it really hard to face the fact that we are no longer that close anymore, or even, know each other now. i see it coming, i knew it will eventually turn out this way. but it's really hard.

this kinda thing always happen to be, year after year. it started with a lot, then slowly one by one they left. only few stayed on. everything is a facade. everything. actually, what happened shouldn't affect me, or should i say, it didn't affect me at all. i just want to say something, nag about something, be all emo about something.

life is getting lonelier. good thing about this is i'm quite a loner. i survive well alone, with some occasional visits from those i'm left with. more will come and go. probably more will go then come. but heck. i'll survive.

twenty oh six was filled with fear, anticipation and a little love. twenty oh seven will be lonely. as lonely as it can get. twenty oh seven will be filled with books, notes and studying. mugging shall start on first jan twenty oh seven. that's two days away. i have two more days of fun and soon, i'll be depriving myself of whatever little joy that may come. okay. maybe not all. a weekly screening of hana and an occasional movie will be fulfilling. new cds. more shows coming up. s.h.e, sebas, phantom, etc. i want to fill up my twenty oh seven with hardcore mugging, total commitment to greenie and an artistic recharge.

twenty oh seven. what a year. the bitter nineteen after legal eighteen after sour seventeen after sweet sixteen. wow. that's many years ago. people, i love you and you know who you are.

p.s. i think i am turning to be another mello. agree?