Dream a Little Dream of Me.

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Because I keep timing out from my sessions.

Because I'm sick and tired of dealing with this crap.

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My Dear Shannel,

I can still remember how we bumped into each other at the 3 store in World Square. I mean, out of all the places we could have gone to during our first few days in Sydney, what are the odds of both of us ending up in the same place? I didn't even plan to get a phone plan because I hated the phones and I still loved my samsung egg model back then.

First.

But we did, and we clicked. I don't remember if it was instant, but I know that we hit it off. If not for you I would never have known how NOT to dress, and you did so much more for my confidence because of the person you are.

Sisters, They Said.

When I went through one of the worst times of my life you were there for me.

Every.
Single.
Step.
Of.
The.
Way.

With your chicken soup and milo. And how you'd coax me to smile by playing cheat and saying that we should take a picture - yes, I knew.

The Best Medicine.

We did have our fights. Misunderstandings and the usual tiffs. But we never got vicious did we? I mean, we could have and we both know how mean we can be if we want to (although you do have a softer heart than me at times), but we didn't. Our confrontations were never more than necessary and always with allowance for an explanation.

I miss sitting down with you in Gloria Jeans at the corner of Pitt and Park Street. I miss how we'd see how people dress and comment. I miss how we'd flare up all of a sudden when someone bumped our chairs or heads with their bag. I miss running there under the rain and I miss using the rain as an excuse to stay there longer.

Know that forgetting the night when you woke me up by kissing me on the forehead and telling me that everything will be alright is almost impossible. Then again, I may not ever want to forget it either.

Yin And Yang.

So, here we are today. The pictures and memories may be in the past, but our friendship is in the present and I pray that it may well head far into the future.

Things are hard now, I know but haven't we always pulled through and come out stronger than ever? I say "we" because you aren't alone, love. We may not be right next to each other staying under the same roof anymore but I still love you and there isn't one day when I don't remember you.

Last - But Not Least.

Things WILL get better. And I hope this makes you smile on the inside because it comes straight from my heart.

You're making me feel guilty by asking me why I left you with him, but trust me when I say that the next time I see him I will initiate operation Swift-Kick-To-His-Butt.

I can't wait to hug you tight the next time I see you. Let's hope it will be sometime soon.

Much love,
Joy

It's funny how just when you think you've been through enough together to get past that superficial level of friendship, when faced with an adversity instead of working things out we each head in separate directions in hatred because you simply refuse to put in the effort to acknowledge that no problem should be bigger than the prize that is a friendship.

I guess we just didn't live up to each other's expectations. The only difference is you knew what mine were while you left me in the dark about yours.

You're not my friend but an enemy in denial because you were one of the first few people I told of my situation, yet when things got worse you never knew because you probably felt that I was not somebody who mattered enough to you to care about.

I can't believe I bothered to stand up for you when behind my back you were busy assuming ugly things about me. We both know this isn't the first time.

Sigh.

I'm done. I give up. There is no point to a friendship which you have to force to make it happen. I've put in more effort than you deserve and I'm not giving you anymore.

I thought I'd feel sad but I'm past that. I've been upset, I've been angry.

Now, I'm done.

*Heaves a breath of relief and smiles*
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On a less depressing note, ELAINE LOKE PLEASE PACK YOUR BAGS NOW.

You're leaving tomorrow for goodness sake. Sue and I will be there early and I swear I'll smack you if your bag isn't packed by midday.

Then again, even if it is I'll probably still smack you because I won't be able to to that anymore for a long time once you go down the escalator in KLIA *whines sadly*

Heheh .. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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Come to think of it, I guess my problems are nothing compared to theirs:

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So, one of the five Dalmatian pups I had was given to my mum's colleague (Sean? Shawn? Whatever. Let's call him S).

See, S has a young family. He and his wife have a four year old son and a new-born baby. Naturally (although it didn't happen in my case), the four year old terror became jealous that he was no longer the main attention getter of his two parents.

And thus, that horrible little kid TOOK IT OUT ON THE PUPPY.

I mean, what kind of demonic kid learns to torture a young animal at the age of FOUR YEARS OLD?!

It's a puppy for crying out loud!

The parents' reason (I prefer excuse) was this,

"He can't help it. And we don't know what to do."

Dude. DISCIPLINE YOUR DAMN KID.

You are the parents. How he grows up in life is YOUR responsibility. Your kid TORTURED a puppy!

And so, folks, this is how the future generation will be like.

Spare the rod and spoil the child. (Then again, I believe it's the parents who are in need of a caning)

Instead of giving it back, S gave it to his childhood friend. My mum had to dig out the information from S' wife because he didn't even have the balls to tell the truth.

What a coward.

At least his wife made the decision to end the torture by giving the puppy away.

Anyway, I can't remember the name of S' friend but I thank the Lord for him because he loved the puppy so much that he called my mum and asked if he could have another. Now, my beloved Spots is with him.

I personally handed her over to him, and he kissed her head while we were having a chat when he came to collect her. She's with her brother now, so I hope they'll both have a good life.

Parting with a puppy is a hard thing.

Especially when you've given her your most favorite soft toy for her teething years.

Sigh.

Like Father Like Daughter.

Loving you was easy, playing by the rules
But you said love tastes so much better when it's cruel
To you everything was just a game
And oh yeah, you played me good
But I want you, I want you, I want you
So much more than I should, yes I do

I've got my hands up, so take your aim, yeah, I'm ready
There's nothing that we can't go through
Oh, it hit me like a steel freight train when you left me
And nothing ever hurt like you, nothing ever hurt like you

I was naive and wide-eyed, but you made me see
That you don't get to taste the honey
Without the sting of a bee, no, you don't
Oh yes, you stung me good, oh yeah, you dug in deep
But I'll take it, I'll take it, I'll take it
Till I'm down on my knees, on my knees

Oh, I've got my hands up, so take your aim, yeah, I'm ready
There ain't nothing that I won't do
Walk a thousand miles on broken glass
It won't stop me from making my way back to you
It's not real until you feel pain
And nothing ever hurt like you, nothing ever hurt like you
Oh, nothing hurt like you, you got to believe me, alright

Oh, everything was just a game, yes, you played me good
But I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you

Oh, I've got my hands up, so take your aim, yes, I'm ready
There ain't nothing that we can't go through
Oh, it hit me like a hurricane when you left me
But I'd do it all again for you

I'll walk a thousand miles on broken glass
It won't stop me from making my way back to you
It's not real until you feel the pain
And nothing ever hurt like you, nothing ever hurt like you

Nothing in the whole wide world
Nothing ever, nothing ever, nothing ever
Nothing ever hurt like you, like you
Like you, like you, hurt like you
Will ever, will never hurt like you, you, you, you
Nothing ever hurt like you.

"I wish I could save you, but your prison is inside."

Camille.

I do understand why the recent Bond movie has got a whole shitload of people disliking it. Basically, when you watch James Bond, you expect girls, gadgets, at least a few nice cars, and of course you can't possibly miss out the love scenes.

Unfortunately, the first mistake was casting Daniel Craig as James Bond. He only has one facial expression (although, compared to Jay Chou I'd say he makes up for it in the physique department.) and it is the same one that he uses whether he is feeling angry, attempting a joke, or flirting. Then again, considering he was up against Jude Law and Hugh Grant, it wasn't that hard a choice to make.

Digressing, I miss Pierce Brosnan. I mean, he may not have had the same pecs as Daniel Craig, but he definitely makes me swoon when he's being cheeky.

Anyway, the second reason the general majority aren't jumping for joy when they exit the cinema is because this particular Bond film actually has reason behind it. No more action, action and more action with a bit of mystery solving and coquettish girls in between. Instead, it's all about love, revenge, and eventually letting go of a past memory that was already poisonous to start with.

And I agree with Vonne who said, "Aww=( i guess it's time for change with bond movies."

It's just my point of view anyway, and I don't love this film, but I understand it. And if you come out of the cinema from any show without realizing the writer's hidden message throughout the entire length of the movie, then you've really just wasted your time and money. Or maybe the writer and you just don't share the same wavelength (Like, I never really understood Hard Candy. That kind of revenge planned by a kid is kind of hard to fathom.)

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"I was disappointed in myself, though. We're all meant to be professional, these days, aren't we? Being happy when we don't feel it. Being efficient when inside we feel reckless and hopeless. We're all meant to put on a good show for the sake of others. Or what's the point? And usually I perform well. I'm faultless. Just some days, things aren't right."

I trusted you to do the right thing.

I trusted you to respect me as a friend and grant me my request at least for that night.

I trusted you not to take my words for granted when I said to take it slow.

You said "Okay."

You even told me not to worry.

In short, I believed it when you told me all those sweet words - all because in the simplest of terms, you were still someone I would have called a friend.

The best part is, you knew about the situation and his tolerance.

So, shame on me for expecting more from you.

And shame on you for betraying my trust like that.

The least you could have done was apologize to him for cutting things short - which you didn't.

Your chance has come and gone.

And what little love I had left that could have been salvaged is now lost.

Congratulations.