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MARY PHARELL
20th May 1988
heytheremaryy@gmail.com

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Monday, June 1, 2009

june is here.
two more months to go.
cant wait cant wait cant wait to poc.

anyways,
i've been staying home for a few days already.
cause of some stomach infection.
i cant move much. ape lagi nak lari.
this seriously suck big time.
next appointment will be in two weeks time.
which will determine if i have to undergo operation or not.
i hope not. i cant afford to be sick now. 
all i can do now is to pray hard. i need to be well.

for some reasons,
i've been feeling rather low these days. 

i listened to all the songs we love.
but those happy songs suddenly seems so sad now.
i long for your random hugs.
i missed the way you always make me laugh over nothing.
the walks and talks. the fights and the tears we cried.

those memories will forever kept in my heart.
why do all good things must come to an end?

things is so much different now.
everything seems pointless and meaningless. 
oh i wish i could hide this pain away.

i need time to be better.
i need time to adapt to not having you anymore.
o Allah, give me the strength.

anyhoo its monday night. 
and i have to be back in camp in a while. 

ape lah nasib aku, dah macam kentang.












if i were a shadow, i would always follow. 
we would face things together in every tomorrows.