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HER MEMORIES
5.06.2008
tired. shag. drained.
sometimes its really difficult. but I promise i prove them wrong.
to get scolded by perfectionist. not even a single mistake.
to tear yet no choice but to continue.
to stay in office till 9pm in office. and get blamed by friend bcos I couldn't meet up.
to b surrounded by guys whom r nice. yet attached.
money. family. friends.
your choice. your decision.
