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::pearl:: / Monday, October 09, 2006


hello.changed my template. cbox not ready, was lazy to find it. will tell you more about it later. later...

surprisingly, no sad periods coming yet. yet. it's quite easy (to me) to feel sad. it just takes the right time, the right place and the right person. you're thinking of. even though i don't really know why i feel sad, there's a vague idea there. when i feel sad, most of the times, the first person was it. it.

oh! swirls - life is just like a clout of mess. the mess to your left. beautiful as it seems, it's still a mess. life - a bicycle, a revolving sphere, a deep sea, a roller coaster, a race, a beautiful disaster. my past theories. wrong. life can never be explained.

tomorrow's the last day. and i must work hard for that three marks. it might make a big difference. if i get 268 for T-score, this three marks will allow me to fufil my wish - 271. but obviously, if i could get 276 or so, why not?

update, update. stop teasing me about me with whoever, whoever. be it that person from my old school ("oh! so loyal"...shut up kevin) or whoever in this school now. update: i, should i say it hesitantly?, do not like anyone now. okay. or before. it's not umm, should i say, like like. hey hey, we're 12! 12, is not the proper age. i more like adore, puppy love, and love at first sight. it might not be true for everyone. maybe my declaration isn't true.

a lie.

maybe life is also a big, fat lie.

who knows?

and please don't mistake my tone now as sad, it's umm confused, phsycological. yeah. that kind of mood. my sad mood? indescribable. basically, let me set all of you straight. none, and i mean none of you will ever know me. in and out. through and through. unless you're with me for like 10 years or something and you come to sleepovers and such. or else, no. why? simple: i'm more than a scorpio. i'm a very very scorpio-ish. the worst lot of them. i'm a scorpio. scorpio.

what are scorpios known for? mysterious side to them. you won't know them. well, because they have split personalities. wait, i'm saying this again. shoot. anyway, there are many sides to me. to different genders i show different sides. to different people - different sides. different places - different sides. with my own- i don't know myself. i roughly know what i produce and show, but the inside - that swirly twirlying dark sould -, i do not know.

and because of the above stated facts

i'm proud to be a scorpio.

a very scorpio-ish scorpio.

the worst lot of all - a scorpio.

Is it safe for me to be me when i am with you? can you hear what is NOT being said? i really wonder...who you are. who i am. i think i've been watching too much TV. listening too much radio. reading too much. wondering too much. fantasizing too much.

is too much good?

sometimes, the best things in the world comes in small packages.

"when you measure someone's worth, put a tape around the heart instead the head"

actually, worth is subjective. but true, the heart. it gives you life, it makes others smile.

"when you break your word, you break one thing that cannot be mended"

and many other things that go along with it.

goodbye. oh! sorry if i spoilt your mood or what: but if you want to be happy, BE!



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