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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Friday, January 11, 2008
jerine♥, 5:51 PM


the cycle that never ends.
ever been surrounded by a million people (hyperbole, hyperbole) and still feel lonely?
i have.
it's amazing how pretentious humans can be isn't it?
the plastered smile, the polite conversations.
somethings will never go the way you want it to go.
you can wait for days, weeks, months and years, it'd just never take form.
i call gisella "emotionally detached".
maybe it isn't such a bad thing after all..
i mean life doesn't just stop like that.
it moves on...people move on.
the people you once thought you knew will change. they move on.
went to clarity with the girls, jerry and li hao(adriene's man).
met them at bugis after chinese..
they insisted paying for my meal -a late birthday treat-
and that was it. it all stops there.
the obligatory treat i guess..
i supposed that was why i didn't want the treat. they felt obliged to do so.
pointless isn't it?
the people who can be there aren't there, and the people who are might as well not be.
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