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19 February 2010 11:54

Have to Keep Myself Busy

I need to start school. I want to. Simply because I want to keep myself busy from thinking too much and reminiscing. And I need to meet new people and move on.

Anyway, I decided not to go out yesterday at home. Heh.

I'm missing so many people right now, majority of my Malay classmates. I miss you guysssssss. I miss dancers too. :(

I think I'm pmsing. I think? I don't know. I feel so down and emotional. Ah, fuck.

I miss dancing siolz.

Anyway, I had a dream last night. One I bet would not happen in reality. Fiz texted me! Hahahhaha. I know. It won't happen. I think by now, he must've forgotten who is this girl whom he called 'Nis' and whom he claimed is his BFF. Psh. Hahahaha. I miss him.

Then in the dream, there's two other guys. Hahahhaha. Weirddddd dream. I'm not gonna tell who are the guys. Hahahahhaha. It was a stupid dream. But some parts of the dream was scary, can't remember why. Hahah.

I wonder who is Fiz dating now. Hmm. How is he doing with school. I believe all DPA applicants have started school right? Hmm. The last day we talked and met, we laughed alot. In just a few hours after we went our separate ways, we're not talking for more than a month. Hmm.

Fiz used to make me smile and sometimes laugh so hard. He could make me forget him. But when we stopped talking, I started reminiscing. I'd text Fiz everytime I had flashbacks. But now, it's more difficult. I miss him. I wanna text him but I'm afraid he's still mad. Why can't he just ponder over what has happened? What wrong did I do? At least tell me lah. Don't leave me hanging. Psh. Haiyaaaaaaa.

Sucks. This feeling(s) sucksssssss.









Nisa, 18, Republic Poly
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