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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

It takes just 1 reading to know that when I say I've let go, I'm lying to all your freaking faces. But tonight, I've woken up from a dream that should have been shattered last year. I woken up from a slumber that should have not happened.

The thing is somethings in this world are not ours. Too bad if I don't want to accept it cause I am being a bitch by doing that. Not mine, hands off.

I don't think I am naive anymore. 2 years in this game has taught me much and the longer I play it, the faster I regenarate myself for a next. Don't you see it? I am becoming more and more immune to it already, rugged as each day passes.

Ok, here comes the typical lines. If I really like her, I will want to see her happy no matter who she is with. Forget about 1 last reminisce. There will always be a last, I will always find an excuse to make a last memory of her. So, I should cut my fancies and release.

Forget her, she ain't yours. Even though you find so many similarities between you and her, she is altogether a different league. My destination was choosen as soon as I stepped on the pitch. I am a soccer player, a warrior, a fighter and a sacrificial CentreBack who is required to put sometimes my own body in the way of powerful shots. I get down and get dirty if required, and sometimes earning battle scars.

She is the enthusiastic and beautiful girl, who loves dance and other elegant things. Made for other things. Get it, Mark Zheng? If you still don't, knock it into you. Cause either way right, you made a bad mistake by falling for your good buddy. Mark, you're a big joke.

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I need that to let off steam from my frustration. I recovered in 15 minutes. So take a hike demons of the night, don't bug me anymore.

I llok forward to more manicures! ^^ Oh and by the way, I am going to keep the sender's details anoymonous(correct spelling or not arh?)

But this is what that person said : "i said mark isnt like the usual girl see guys and scream kinda guy, but he's like understanding, and really wants to care for the girl kind."

This night just took a turn from being the shittest night to possibly a great one.

TIRED ALREADY. I have to catch some sleep. Tomorrow is a Cage match coming up.

Carrying your name, close to me.
11:10 PM