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Friday, July 31, 2009
Random Musing
I've never been so free a day before exam before. I am so unprepared. I have never been this way. I am always armed with a sword, familiar with format, but most importantly I have always had a hungry I-must-do-it mind.

Thank God I am not sitting for it then.

Anyway, I just want to post a random musing. You know how when a girl is cheated on and she vents on any person possible on the fucking girl and guy?

It actually feels good. Because all the blame is on him, and she gets angry. And when you get angry, you tend to vent, and we all know talking about it is a great way to help. Plus it's the guy's fault so if you tell others about it you don't feel shame, instead you will get sympathy.

SO don't sympathise for victims of being cheated. It is much rosier than what I'm going through.

I really think I've grown up. I used to be all about face, and obsessing about losing face. Now I don't care anymore, I just want to confront and ask and look like who-knows-what without a shred of dignity.

Is it because I've grown up or is it because I have learnt to care more? Either way it sucks, i don't think I can find a year in my life that I've cried so much.

Sorry guys for the disgustingly emo blog. Will get better when my menstrual cycle moves on to another phase, don't worry.

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