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ooh-la-la.
i hasten to laugh at everything
for fear of being obliged to weep
laughters and tears are both reponses
to fustration and exhaustion
laughter gives us distance
it allows us to step back from an event
deal with it and then move on
but i too believe those who don't know
how to weep with their whole heart
don't know how to laugh either.
one of the worse feelings in the entire world is knowing that you arent good enough,
what's even worse is knowing at the same time that you'll never be.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
i've got a new haircut. hmmm, initially i was kinda satisfied. but after ling said i looked "dai"(dumb), i started to really dislike it! argh. but overall, its alright lah. just that im still not really used to short hair. its really short!! i couldnt even tie it up! how am i going to work tml?! argh ARGH!
and im having BIG PROBLEM with the key "s" on my keyboard. argh im making a trip to mel tml. i am having a very hard time blogging. trying extra hard not to type any word with the alphabet "s".
here's my new haircut. oh please, tell me its alright. =D
its abit blur. sigh. THAT HAIR.
this is how it looks from the back. hmmmm. BIG sigh!
thats about it. ciao.
*i wont be alone. || 9:54 PM
she is she, nobody but SHE.
maybelyn.
18 november.
and...
she belongs to nowhere.
she loves...
she wishes for...
she doesnt know, either.
understand;
maybelyn;
speak;
mingle;
reminisce;
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