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Monday, September 7, 2009
@ 9:45 PM

It has been a while since I really updated my blog.
Well, lately what’s happening in my life is
there have been too much gossiping, backstabbing and hearts been broken.
It happens among my college life.
As much as I hate being the person people mess with,
I hated the person that I was quite close with once upon a time.


According to her
( when the last time I talked to her )
she said she didn’t take me ask her friend since the very first beginning she met me.
I don’t get it because few minutes later she said
“ I thought you were one of my best friends”.
It made me thinking which one is the truth?
She complained saying that I didn’t wish her happy birthday.
Not only that she also told me that
She was only pleasing me all the time.
I don’t get it with this kind of people.

This is the truth if you’re reading this.
At first, yes I hated you because of our classmates influence
but for me I think that I shouldn’t have listen to people first because I don’t really know you personally at that time and then you got into a misunderstanding with your own group that’s when I get close to you because you were alone.
And day by day, the hatred disappear.
I was thinking to myself, “ Hey she’s not that bad like what they say, it’s who she is.”
Slowly I learned to adapt to your attitude.
For me at that time you were already considered as my best friend
but you said I wasn’t a friend to you.


Second, you said I didn’t wish you happy birthday.
By now you already know my attitude towards people.
I wouldn’t tell them directly what I want to tell them but I’ll just give hints and on your birthday, didn’t I spend my whole day with you?
Early morning wake up, go to college and wait for you to get dressed.
Accompany you to watch a movie, shop a little and when I thought I did my best.
Your ex hint me with his phone saying “ You wanna come to her surprise party?” and I said yes.
I called my mum and told her that I’m going to your house and she scolded me but did I told you that?
I don’t think so.
Celebrated your birthday with your best friends.
I was the only college friend that celebrated your birthday in your house.
I go in the car and I get scold from my parents for spending my whole day outside.
For me spending my whole day with you isn’t it enough to tell you that I’m here for you and happy birthday?
I don’t get it with you.
You keep on calculating, I mean by now you should know.
I was never using you but if you think I am then okay.
I’ll let you think that I’m that kind of person.
There’s no point for me to explain,


If you don’t get it then it’s just a waste of time for me to spend time here and writing this out.
About the rest I think I’ve already talked to you about it.
I was your friend before and I still have a heart.
RAWRR™



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