do you know, i always get the why-shld-i-b-feeling-this-way kind of thoughts? it jus kept haunting me.. and the best thing is, i still left it unsaid. i rather guess and assume, simple - afraid to be told the truth. i am starting to hate the pretence. starting to hate the vexed and bothered feeling over something that mayb wasnt an issue at all. so yars.. that makes no logic for the frustration. in the first place, i wasnt in any position to comment. i thought wrong and decoded the signal wrongly. my bad.

for the past few weeks and next few weeks to come.. i'll b mugging. the final semester of studies unless... *touchwood. i can smell the air of freedom alr. heh.

mumbling on
Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 11:15 PM