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eclair
vendredi, janvier 06, 2006

im always saying sorry.

okay all my problems are practically solved.
work- i just called and told my dear senior; whom im close with that im quiting. it was easier than expected. i thought she would give me a shelling or smth. phew. i love her to bits! she's so understanding. haha - ask me quit sch. -______-; and sch ask me quit work. HMPH.
okay next; so tomorrow is the last day of orientation; and as planned, im not going becos of the responsibilities at work. i hate it; but i have to. who dosent wan to have fun man. and my dear senior is gonna help me find someone to teach me how to write a resignation letter. how kind can she get. IM SORRY. so its settled. next wed is my last day.

TODAY.
orientation again; i felt VERY HIGH. haha went to sentosa. was late for like an hour. LOOK AT THE queue man. thats cool. okay so did some sort of race; for bonding; was rather fun; funny; hot; sweaty; tiring; sticky. but its fun. =D and the best part was SARGAS WON TODAY"S EVENT! woooo. that made me HIGH. okay but we didnt go very well in yesterday's event. =( got fourth. but its okay. tomorrow is wad that matters. and sadly; im not there =(

SARGAS; lets rock it =)

i feel.. lost. sorry. guilt. fucked up. so sorry. so guilty. so remorseful. so blown. so stupid. so young. so angry at myself. i just feel like giving myself two tight slaps for my stupidity. im really sorry. no face to see you liao. LOW. im suffering. you indeed reap what you sow. its just that for me now, its seven years later. i really sorry. if tears of my remorse could erase everything. yet; that incident is still ever so fresh etched in my memory. it feels like yesterday; but it had taken place seven years ago. and all i can say now is sorry sorry sorry. yet i dont dare face you. sorry. i saw you; and everything that protected me was gone. i felt so naked. so vulnerable. so afraid.


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