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♥ JOLEEN ♥




♥ I WANTS! ♥


♥ new camera
♥ iphone 4S
♥ Prada Bag
♥ LV Hampstead
♥ Chanel earrings
♥ lunch bag
♥ More heels!
♥ SHED POUNDS!
♥ earn more money
♥ SAVE more money
♥ hopefully to start my driving lessons =/
♥ apply for a flat, i didnt manage to get one months back
♥ Bali trip for me & b
♥ go on another trip w swt again
♥ get another bag for myself
♥ buy more heels!
♥ SAVE.



♥ TUNES ♥



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Friday, 16 January 2009
BAD DAY

Have been slacking and wasting time since wednesday.
1st day of slack was not so bad, went jurong point with charmaine to have lunch and stuff till evening then we headed home.
my mind ran wild when i received something that i received something that i rather not know it, or i wanna know it. i duno, it's just too contridicting for me.

Today, i was just rotting at home.
being able to be rotting and alone at home sends my mind to think alot.
make myself uncomfortable too.
i know i shldnt feel sad or hurt cause he's happily enjoying himself.
but i just cant help it.
say im silly say im stupid, but the only thing i need is time.
Time to FORGET, time to WASH it away.
i hate myself for thinking about it but i CANT help but think.
Someone, please pick up any rod and hit it against my head, i want it out of my head as soon as possible.
if one day, i were to bump into them on the road, what will i do? how will i react?
i'll be lying if i say im fine, i can smile at them.
beneathe me, i guess im hurting, just that i think i've handled it well enough as in i dun cry like i used to in the past.
i'll cherish what i have now and i'll love those who love me.
No point looking back.