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Saturday, November 29, 2008
like a stranger
updated @ 11:35 PM
i always have the tendency to forget what i wanna blog everytime i face the desktop screen.

but tonight, after a fresh soothing bath, what had happened just few hours ago was still fresh and
will forever be etched in my memory.

never in my entire life ever have i felt worst than a piece of trash.
we were totally like fools. are we that invisible?
to think that someone whom we just know and met last month had the urge and courtesy to
check on us time to time if we were doing fine.
we couldnt thank him enough for that and we truly appreciate that nice gesture.
yes, your newly found love.

to think that i actually wanted to come for i still hold on strong to our eons of friendship, despite
half of me was contemplating to go for i know somehow my presence was of no importance or
rather not appreciated.
and true enough. and i'd seen enough. and felt truly hurt enough.

oh! what a great excuse. for that.
for no matter what happens, you know that we'll always be there. you know i will.
so try harder for a wonderful excuse next time. hmm, bet there won't be any next time.

it's true what kinky said. the number now left with two. great number two.
weird number as we've always been one for all and all for one. but that's the reality now.
this may be a harsh one but im just too tired of being nice all the time, giving in for as long as i could afford to.
too tired of bottling all up ever since the other who is like a dear sister and another who is like
a bud and baby of the group kind of drift close apart.
but the outcome is a bull.

i know kinky was totally heartbroken upon seeing what we're supposed not to see or supposed to
be there come what may, despite hearing another great excuse.
me? of course, i was good at being ignorant and clueless all the time, trying to figure out what's
the meaning of all this with the annoying help of my little talks in my head.
from there i know, that's it. that's how we truly matter to you now.

so much for wanting and trying to salvage this unimportant friendship of ours.

this is such a rare entry for us. in this way. no wait, the first ever harsh entry.
i guess the emotion in me is taking control already.
sigh!

never mind, let's look on the bright side.
a rainbow will definitely appear after a hot sunny rainy day. =)
just because.

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