I am Lululicious

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A piece a day keeps the stress away. Although I can hardly qualify for a daily blogger, I'd like to think that I can and I will be someday. Someday when I am not so pre-occupied by tons of nothing. . .

Monday, 7 June 2010

Knocking On The Wrong Door

New term's gonna start later! and I am excited about the broadcast journalism class. hopefully reality's not going to dampen my anticipation. had some great workout today doing the chores. I have changed the sheets, packed my books and wardrobe, done the laundry and cleaned the bathroom. it feels great that everything smell good and are sparkingly clean. gonna crash soon lest i turn up late for the first day. gosh! I'll be in lectures for more than 12 hours for the next two days. think i'm gonna be darn spent and drained by Wednesday.

saw a post on FB and I realised I have been knocking on the wrong door. all these while I said I will not hope anymore and I want nothing more than keeping our friendship. I have been bottling up the overwhelming feeling of wanting him but I can't deny the existence of such feelings. I can’t deny that I do like him and want him. but that post made me realised that there is really no chance for a relationship to ever develop between us. my romeo is still longing for his juliet.

I don't wanna let obstinacy rule me anymore. I have decided not to close my options. It is unnecessary and stoopid to do so. perhaps I don't feel that much for him after all. this has dawned on me when I realised there was no heart-thumping anticipation when we went out the other day. those fuzzy butterfly feelings were not there at all. maybe this part of me has long died together with the lost years. it will definitely be much easier to move on. nonetheless, I am thankful to recognise through him that I can and have moved past the most difficult period. all the best in getting your juliet, my God-given tool.

crashing.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......

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