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Friday, June 03, 2005

Really thk Geline for taking the trouble to hold the BBQ @ her place
Past week had been fine. Met a few long-time-no-see friends:
Gavin, Jason Ler, Hanny, Denise, Yoshie.

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Felt like turning myself into a hermit.
Felt a bit sick to meet ppl,
coz i was so upset to find out
there was actually motive behind every meet up

Tell me the motive when asking me out,
if i go, tt means i agree to help.
Let me find out the motive of the meeting myself,
tt only means tt u are making use of me.
I felt totally disgusted when being made use of.

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Our love started off like a dream
Turned into a nightmare
Ended up in the reality
You were never there

I tot tt this love was a fated one
Perhaps it's fated
it's fated that i shall be hurt...

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6/03/2005 08:41:00 pm