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Oh hello. I am Serene and I am 20 Soon. Chocolates and MTea and money are my favorite things.




Sarina
Adeline Phyllis'K Evelyn Steph

Tuesday, June 10, 2008
10/06/08

Several months ago I met this girl who share all her feelings and sadness with me. I helped her through her hard time and now, several months later, she moved on with her brand new life and forgotten her once upon friends. Gone were the days. How can human being be so fragile towards friendship?
If friends are just a piece of paper, then, I’m here to tell the whoever, you don’t understand friendship love enough.

My bunch of girls gossips and fall out. We went thru thick and thin. We grumbled about each other and in the end, we are still friends. We can even not contact for few months but when we met, there’s like no ending for our conversation. But why cant some people do that? Please think for yourself.

Never Explain — your Friends do not need it and your Enemies will not believeyou anyway.

Anyway, bad stuff aside; I’ve been missing my two girls a lot. Can’t squeeze out time to spent with them . Guilty:(
Baby Eve and Baby steph, I miss you girls.

My grandma is undergoing some checkup. Hopefully nothing happens to her. I’ve been trying to stay strong and move on without being pessimistic. Hiding the sorrow behind my smile is unbearable and painful. Having to force myself makes me even more fake.