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the Ms is: Melissa Ng
started since: 05-12-1991
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First Love - Utada Hikaru

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December 2008
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

This happen over and over again.
No matter how much I try to repress it from my memory, it surfaces once again when you had most hope that the end is near.
Just like a recurring nightmare that you dread every night.
Just that its more real than you would like to accept,.
Reality is never more cruel than now. It seems almost mocking in its irony.

I used to resent this.
I could never understand what comes so easily to others,
no, what is handed on a silver platter to them, never gave me a chance.
What obscure fate is this?
Was I not worthy of the same?

Till now, it still haunts me.
Just like a festering wound, it still sends me a twinge everyday,
Just like a chronic problem, it can never heal completely.

Rather than saying that the hurtful words cost me,
It was the conviction behind me that stabbed me so deep.

The tears that I held in slipped out.
And I was sorry for that.
No matter how weak and useless you think I am,
These tears didn’t appear by intention for whatever reasons that you think.
The tears were just a testament to my inner agony.
But of course it would never occur to you to think that way.
For that, I’m sorry. For myself and for you.

Perception.
I don’t have the strength to keep on believing.
For the circumstances that we both find ourselves in,
For the perceived misconceptions and conclusions that you made,
I can only feel apologetic for the fact that we couldn’t break past it.

For that throbbing pain in my head, I can deal with it.
After all, what’s pain when you have lived with it for the last decade or so?
The irony of this.






You know what’s the saddest thing of all that I’ve learnt again today?
Its that I could never understand how insignificant I am to you and; How you could never understand how important you are to me.

9:49 PM
A sentimental yearning.