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Saturday, March 26, 2011
May Peace Be Upon You,

I know that it has been a month since I last updated this dear blog of mine. My life these days has been revolving mostly around studies, homework and school. By inferencing from this three words, you can predict how my life has been this few weeks. SYF is around the corner and I'm nervous of the outcome of our greatest efforts. I believe that the outcome will bring us tears of joy instead of sadness. I believe that we can make it but that does not mean that there is no room for improvements. Nothing is perfect in this world except for the creations that Allah made.

So far, I think I've got myself trapped in this word called love. Not literally trap, but I think that I'm feeling what I felt 2 years ago. But what I feel now is a minor one compared to the previous one. But still, I know I would not drown myself with tears just because it would not turn out as what I hoped to be. I won't be that weak girl no more. She don't get herself fooled with reality now.

Drop that. I'm going to my cousin's crib tomorrow. Going to have some quality time with relatives. I'm not totally looking forward to it. I'm exhausted from the practices. My shoulder aches form carrying a heavy bag. I'm not enjoying school. You make me not enjoy it. I'm becoming furious with you. Go shit bricks. Bye.

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Friday, March 4, 2011
I like you but you like her and I have a hunch that she likes you too. Every single day I try my best not to show that I liked you. But I think that that is one of my daily challenges now. I tried to imagine both of you guys together and it breaks my heart. Truly. The other night I dreamt of you both and the whole of that day I'm just like depressed. I mean, I'm not totally sad but my mood sure got affected. Please take not, I'm not crazily in love with you but I just feel that I will like it if you have the same feelings for me too. Kbai.

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