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Friday, December 18, 2009 ♥

Yad is back from camp. I miss his long and untidy hair suddenly. Well, he actually did build up in a week and so. I don't know how he withstand the food in HTA and his silat training suddenly became a silat-cum-police training. I don't know if he is doing this to train us for national service, but to think of it, girls don't have to do national service.

I know and i could feel the whole love you gave me. But the thing is, do you even care about my feelings? My feelings that you yourself had played with a couple of month after we made each other ours. Its you yourself that you should us, who start the game of playing whose feelings first. I am tired of this. Real tired. But i miss those time.


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