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Monday, October 15, 2007

Yesterday night i did something against somebody's privacy, i felt terrible as i shouldn't be doing certain things anymore. It might just be a bad habit that is hard to kick, or perhaps its never meant to be.

I once told him that its difficult for me to get over someone i adore, but yet he still choose the hardest way for me.

Somebody once told me, "love is like a cold" - you will catch it and somehow you will recover from it. I hope it will be soon for me to step on: 'the road to recovery'

i danced @ 6:48 PM