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sottovoce

I love flowers.
I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises.
I'm dainty and ambitious; really.
I nurse others.
There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.


only me



N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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reminders

- Dine at Tiffany Cafe & Restaurant at Furama
- Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie

my past

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credits

Blogskin done by 16thday with image from Taringa .




Thursday, January 8, 2009

My heart is damaged.

I couldn't help it. I couldn't stand it anymore. I've had enough of him treading all over me, repeatedly over my heart, with his soccer shoes. I really hated the hanging around not knowing what's going on, what's going to happen, why is it happening.. so I'm out.

I'm now officially single and back in the markets, not that I was ever officially not officially single before, get what I mean? I guess I was still single but just not totally available.

I'm really disappointed but I have to keep in mind that I'm really not alone. I know God has assigned someone to be mine. I just don't know where. Maybe he's already died and gone to heaven. If that's the case.. wow, if that's the case, I'll forever won't have anyone beside me until I die myself.

I will get over the most wonderful guy I've ever met. In the meantime, don't hesitate to set me up on a date with available friends of yours. Hahah. Make it natural, like accidentally on purpose see my friendster in front of your male friends. Or ask me out and just so happen he's there too. Hahah. The key word is 'natural'. Am i desperate or what? Hahah no I'm not, because even without setting me up I can still survive.

Right now I'm going to remove anything solid that links him to me. I've already cleared out my phone. His pictures, messages, handphone numbers are gone. I'm now clearing out friendster, deleting his profile and messages from mine. I'm going to throw out the stray ticket stubs including the Singapore Flyer tickets and the origami-ed heart he gave me. Oh yes, then there's the book he bought for me. You think I can donate it to the library? Hmm.... Oh and do you think my sister will notice if I threw her Adidas Body Spray into the bin? He uses the same exact body spray and I had a whiff this morning while my sister prepared to go to school. I thought someone slapped me.

I'm so pissed off with friendster. It's filled with virus. And it lags like we've got all the time in the world. It keeps refusing to delete his profile from mine. It's so screwed up. I'll try again at work.

In my own world,
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