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I blog for NO purpose. IF you don't feel comfortable reading this then don't. STOP telling people how STUPID I sound everytime I post something up. Seeking for sympathy is just NOT me. I just want your respect. These feelings are just so true to forget. It's my blog. my life. my words. my choice!
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the other side of the story
Tuesday, 21 October 2008
11:55
Hello again people..

I once again have decided to go personal. Seriously, I do not see the sense of me sharing 'it' here but somehow I cannot help it. Apologies to you if this post offends you in whatever possible ways it may. What do you write when your soul longs to scream out? but at the same time it doesn't know what to say. What can you do when things are out of your control? when you did not cause it, you did not want it and have no choice but to accept it? how do you deal with it? Because I cannot.

Things happened so fast. I wish there was an easy answer or better an easy fix to everything that happened. I wish I could erase it. Recovering and moving on is the phase I'm at now (let me just tell you, it has never been easy!). For now, erasing it would be impossible! I know this road to recovery is going to be painful but it's unfortunately necessary. Allah knows what's best for us. for me. Sorry to say but with that you do not have to teach me how to carry on!

Please note, I do not have anything against you. I just hope you have made the right decision. For all the great moments we shared together, you have made a decision based on a few small events. I will have to agree with Marilyn Monroe on this, "If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best!"

That's all I have to say. Nothing special. On the other note, I would like to thank my parents, my cousins, my close friends and dear readers for the endless support. Without you all I will not be able to stand up for myself and for something I believe in! I love you. :)