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Can you survive
a dilemma?



An 8teen year old who has always been a struggling, but proud student
Prioritizing family & friends, she treasures them much
She loves indulging in good food and has dreams to fly around the globe
Very much interested in High fashion & hopes to catwalk down Runways
Wanna be rich one day. Photos are merely photos.
She is known to be a low-self esteem and negative person.


Facebook, Friendster (inactive),
Livejournal (slightly private) & MySpace (inactive)

Hawa Bestfriend
Ayn Liah Ainn Elle Jenny the Jen

Down Memory Lane
(under construction)
2007


2008
I'm unreasonable? demanding? PATHETIC!,
Thursday, July 23, 7/23/2009 02:14:00 am

Days are getting tougher, challenges are increasing. Never have I imagined I would go through this with you. I apologize, I'm unprepared to see this change. My heart felt as though, crushed with every reply I viewed. I really hate that part. It hurts me so bad, but I shouldn't be selfish here. For your happiness, I'll grant anything be it without me. Yes, I'm pathetic, crying is all I do. Why do I bother? Cus you're one of my loved ones. One by one, you are all leaving me? No? For sure, the sentence before will be receiving many different responses. "Stop being unreasonable", "Maybe it's just you", "Maybe they have their reasons", "Omg so emotional!" But for sure, dee-hottopic@blogger is where I pour out my feelings. Sadly. School is getting more and more like a torture institute to me. I dread going there these days. My mind's always on something else - Us. Not feeling hungry, not having the mood to do anything. Just stare onto blank space, ending up weeping. Yes, maybe throughout the years I've grown stronger, but sadly, this has got me weak again. I cannot accept the fact, I'm sorry


Salam sayang,
ymB aanaeeD ♥