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Sunday, July 08, 2007

and from this instance onwards, it's game over. the dumbest of all men would understand. and he's not exactly even dumb. i'm sure he'll get the idea. just hoping things won't turn sour cos i reckon he's a good friend to have.

duan dian's playing on my itunes again. i seem to have some kind of affinity with it. i always feel something strongly when i listen to this song. somehow i keep imagining how it'd feel. what is it like and what it will feel like. i always wondered. and i'm sure it stirs alot of feelings. somehow. it does to me, too.

i actually do feel a little sad for that poor chap. putting myself into his shoes, it would have been a huge dose of embarrassment and shock, i suppose. poor guy. it's always so hard, as i've said, to reject somebody, genuinely nice. oh well. you're a good guy, find someone out there who'll suit you better. i'm attached. happily so. and imma stick with her. =D

i miss playing proper floorball. my skills have dipped and i no longer feel the adrenaline rushes. my confidence has gone away and it's replaced by fear sometimes, dread, even. i don't know, maybe it's just a phase. i certainly hope so.

我爱的人
不是我的爱人
她心里每一寸
都属于另一个人
她真幸福
幸福得真残忍
让我又爱又恨
她的爱怎么那么深

game over.
-cheryl
10:20 PM





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