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31 July 2006
Disturbed
Well...was studyin for my IS test tomolo. Yeah...darn IS. Oso got test! Grr. But sumting jus came on my mind...makin me feelin horrible. I lose my concentration...wanna let it out b4 I head back to work again. Dunno y...it is 10 times easier to type it out than to sae it out thru my mouth. Much much easier...jus a little online diary tat I keep when I cant find anyone to tok to. To complain to...lettin those who actually bother to read my blog noes wats goin on. Cant realli b bothered wif e powerful search engine 'GOOGLE'. Darn tat engine. I jus hate it.

I dunno y I hav tis feelin. It jus gets stronger as e weeks passes by. I dunno how she feel on e other end. But I tink tat we r realli driftin away in terms of tinkin. Tinkin is sumting tat is realli hard instill in one person. It jus leaves me feelin weary n frustrated. I wanna so much to do more...wanna help...but e timing is jus not rite. I am alwaes busy @ e wrong time. Grr. We no longer tok so much...I find it increasingly frustratin to b not able to help her. I find tat our tinkin r so different. Mayb I am conservative one...or she is e liberal one. I dunno. I find it hard to believe wat she is tellin me...so much out of my imagination. Mayb I am still immature in terms of my tinkin towards BGR. I dunno. Diff pple define it differently. I no longer feel tat we r realli close anymore. At least on my part, I decided to b e listening party now...but to find myself so hard to share wats goin on wif my life. Last time...she noes everythin down to e smallest detail. I no longer tok to her abt my 'crushes'. I hate growin up...if tat is wat tat causes all these differences. As we grow up...our tinkin changes. I miss those good old times...I remember once...she told me she was afraid tat we will drift apart when she step out to work. I remember it so clearly...I was worried too. But things din change after 1 yr she worked. I dunno when did tis drifting off started. Is age gap e cause of it? But we never had tis prob b4. I would b lyin if I sae I am not sad.

Back to work...enoff of my ranting. :)

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