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    When I...
    Wednesday, May 26, 2010, 3:56 PM
    When I give you my jacket or any other type of clothing, I don’t ever want it back. It’s not just because you’re my one and only, and it’s a cliche thing to give the girlfriend an item from my closet..

    It’s so, on those cold nights where I’m not around to hug you tight, I can still keep you warm even when I’m miles away; just put on my hoodie. So on those days where you feel like you don’t want to put anything else on, you can slide into my jacket. When you miss me unbearably, just like I’ma be missing you ten fold, you can take in my scent as if I were standing right next to you. So when I’m not there, I can still wrap myself around you. Without actually being there.

    And don’t ever give it back.

    I’d rather see you burn it in front of my eyes - along with every other one of my belongings I have ever given to you, than have you give it back. Especially when now, it’s drowned in the intoxicating aroma of you.

    Singaporeans are never satisfied. It’s either too windy or too damn hot. But seriously, today weather is too gross right now.

    I thought I’m the only one hate her. :/

    But "Hate" is a very strong word don't you think? Don’t even use it as a joke, don’t even say it to me when you don’t even mean it. It’s not a word to be thrown around as if it didn’t really mean anything.

    Because sometimes, I get damaged from hearing you say that because I take it to meaning. Once again, "Hate" is a very strong word, say it when you mean it. You all should know that.

    Tomorrow is a MUST come day. I really need to talk to her. But I need a way to sneak out from OSA lesson for a while. But hold on, after my CS lesson, my class will move down to B1-06 room. So, I’m debating on whether or not to sneak out and go for a walk with her tomorrow.

    On a brighter note, I still have a video of her, on archives - Wednesday the 18th, February 2009. Damn, miss those Secondary School days.

    I really can’t wait for ITE vacation. I need a break. I always come late for school, always. I didn’t know what happened to me lately. There must be something seriously wrong with me. I didn’t sleep last night until 3am, thinking about something. I don’t feel like going to school. But for sure, I’m not going for the class outing on the 24th even though I said I am going. Well, desperate time calls for desperate measures. I need to lie, that is the only way out.

    But anyways, I’m here again to provide last night’s update. What did I do? Well my friend told me some informations about her, after all we are in the same Secondary School, it was useful - I gained some confidence. So he told me blah.. blah.. blah and we are currently tweeting about her right now. Such a fanatic. I usually don’t fall for my classmate, but ex-classmate is another form of word. That doesn’t count.

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