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Monday, February 18, 2008
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I just hate that I'm so weak when dealing with things last minute, I hate that all I could do when facing problems, is avoiding them instead of over-coming them. I hate that I blame & judge others before judging myself in the mirror.

I hate that, I never learn from my mistakes. I never bothered & at the end, I regret but I'll never do anything with it.

Whyyyy?

Why do I have the attitude that nobody ever thought of? Why don't I have the attitude that I ever aim for, that I always wished for?

I hate that I can never change for the better when I have the chance, when I always have the chance.

That I laze around when nobody's looking. I hate that in you, Shirley Wong.

I hate the fact that I'm that unaware of my future. That I planned, but never work hard towards it. How unoptimistic I am.

Looking back, I have practically never accomplished something that would make myself proud of except for primary school. Looking back, I don't look at myself for who I am. Who am I?

Sometimes, I wondered. Where's the invention of the time machine?.. Will it all be different?

See what I meant? I'm avoiding the reality once again.

p/s : sorry for the emo crap.


8:42 PM