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Call me nikki or ella, both are fine with me. I'm a proud filipina living in Singapore. EIGHTEEN. I talk coffee, music, photography and art. LOVE ME FOR IT.

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Sunday, August 17, 2008
i want what i need, and i need what i want.

Before anything else,
HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, EBRAHIM!
Damn. Now BOTH of my bestfriends are seventeen! Huhu. Anw, iloveyou, brother! =D

Oh, Ebrahim. You have no idea how many people called me up just to ask me what you want for your birthday. Hahaha. Am I some kind of a psychic? For that type of assistance, I think all of you should call Bernard "the magician" Lau. Not me. HAHA.


Honestly, I don't know if I should feel accomplished, or like any ordinary failure.

I'm not bottom-less. My roxy shorts are just really.... really short.

Yesterday, I studied POA for 7hrs straight. Yes, Liying. May be an hour lesser than yours, but I can say that it did manage to kill a small percentage of my brain cells. Five chapters down in a single day. And within the next 9hrs, I'm up to finish the entire book. Woosaaaaa.

Now, why do I feel like a failure?

In my attempt to amend a silly mistake, I ended up hurting one of the most dearest/important person to me. Needless to say, I still do care.


Why does the world work this way?
Why is it that the person I want so badly can't be mine?
Why am I being punished for the mistake they did?
Why?
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