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Blogger is being a bitch.

Won’t load properly so I have to blog from Word.

Why is everything being so laggy when I just wanna blog, rant a bit, then run away?

Question: How do you nicely get rid of someone you don’t really wanna talk to? Like, ever?

Answer that everyone is probably gonna give me: MEL. *exasperated sigh* If you don’t wanna talk to them EVER, why the frig are you worrying about being NICE?!

Answer I will give them: Because…because…*fret*…I DUNNO LAH OKAY! I just don’t like hurting people’s feelings!

Went for dinner at Delicious in Bangsar Village with Jac, Anita and Kim. EV turned up later. Dinner was at 7.30 pm. I reached home at 12. Heehee. We sat our asses there until they had to kick us out, and after they closed, we migrated to Devi’s. :P Talk about a gossip session.

Honestly I dunno why these lovely civilized people are still hanging out with me. I think I’m insanely hyper and weird compared to them. *grin* It was so much fun though…like Kim said, it’s difficult finding people you really click with as you grow older. And lazy pixies like me can’t be arsed. So I’m really grateful to…whatever…that I still have you guys, my childhood friends. And that we keep in touch. And that we still have so much to talk about despite being separated so frequently and for so long.

*hugs everyone*

I am going to miss you guys SO MUCH when I go back. (

And Jac, I do have a picture with you! I will post when Blogger decides to stop PMSing. :D

I have just noticed something.

When I want to forget about certain things, I really do forget about them totally. You know how psychologists say when you’re traumatized, you bury something deep in your memory and forget they ever happened? Yeah…something like that. Bits and pieces of things that have happened in the past, that I don’t particularly care to remember…are just gone. I can’t remember no matter how hard I try.

Which is a good thing, I suppose.

I think I have certain people in my life whom I don’t really want to be that close to. But who want to be close to me.

On one hand, I should be grateful because hey…who complains when other people want to be their friends?

On the other…if I don’t like putting the effort in. If I don’t want them close. And I feel a stroke of dread every time they try to make contact…then…what’s the point?

Fugdamnit. Why doesn’t everyone just GET IT?