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greetings from italy
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
can't cry with eyes closed
on Sat Morning
It was the most paradisiac dream ever.seeing him in my dream.W-O-A-H.It's so real i swear it was him in my DREAM.Gosh!!And if it wasn't my imagination,i was actually smiling in my sleep.
i didnt asked fer it,did i?it's out of my control to have what dream during what time.
what is more surprising,he asked if he could meet me up on that very same day.It was so unpredictable.We planned the whole meeting up and...
And i screw it.Everything.The only chance i have to see him in person,and i juz screwed it.How wonderful !
Now,there wont be happy endings fer me.We will go on with our separate life.Ignoring when each other,when the MSN shows online.Won't bothered to sms each other no more.No more talks over the phone.No more listening to him strumming the guitar.No more lame jokes.No more smiley face to see.
Damn.Im hopeless.Always.These tears of guilt is a waste.It's not like anyone really care.Because they don't know no shit wad happened.And i wont tell.But i think i did tell a few here on my blog.Ironic.
on Sunday(today)
More guilt.More confusion.More tears.More arguements.More hatred.
Shyt.
More shyt.Certainly.
There goes a friend,whom im was dying to meet.There goes the most cutest curly-hair guy.There goes the friendship i thought i could keep fer long.
U're worth my time,seriously.And i never meant to bueh you.To forget you,is impossible.The hardest part of holding on is letting go.I noe u're bloody angry at me.If i have the choice,i wouldnt let this friendship end juz as yet.But it seems i've no other alternative but to let you free.
And i hope i'll see you in my dreams.Unintendedly....
l'amore, il Dee 4/02/2006 07:58:00 PM
owner
Diyana aka Dee.
sixteen.
single.
school leaver.
email.
missy_frenzy@hotmail.com
adore.
food(yes,that general.all halal.understood ah.),photography,DIY stuffs,music(any genre thats please my ears),boys(how obvious?),socialize with people of other countries,dA(woohoo!).
abhor.
being totally money-less,being unintendedly rude to my OldLady,Mtv(sometimes.)
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