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Hey there gorgeous.

you have stumbled upon the secret diary of jiali :D

welcome.

29th May, 2009
Dear Diary,

i went to the singapore flyer on a friday and that is why this notebook you've looking at now has a post-it-note stuck to it saying 'flyer friday'. i think alliterations are awesome, dont you think so too? i hope you do, 'cause if not i'll attempt to crush you with my little pinky. it tells me to remember the sweet times i've had with a guy called zhnqn. that's his name with the vowels stashed out. i hope i can remember his name and his face and his shoulder and his big big palm that i used to hold, should i turn old and get stricken by dementia someday.

it sounds creepy to be old, doesn't it? D:
we ate yummy red strawberries coated with dark chocolate as adults call 'fondue'. i think they really nice and i like them alot. mayb someday i'll open a chocolatier and i'll name it zhnqn. people wont know how to pronounce it and that's gnna be the cool thing about it :D

zHnQn. ZhNqN. ZHNQN. zhnqn.
sounds good any way, doesnt it! :D

k tht's th end for today i hope i wont get dementia when i grow old.
byebye.

xoxo,
♥ jiali

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badminton + boys over flowers = yay jiali's got a life!

Saturday, June 06, 2009 @ 9:13 PM

badminton's really fun! :D teehee, played it yesterday with brother and future husband, and had muscle aches all over this morning ):

but nevertheless shopping made me feel even worse D:

like, raaaaahhs i hate headaches! D:

i've been hving throbbing headaches ever since i cried yesterday night ):

cldnt fall asleep either haiiish.

that made it all th more worse ):

why do guys get jealous so easily?

or isit only my guy :/

bah i dont know, but i know that isnt a good reason for me to cry over.

guys must never be a reason for girls to cry over.

they're silly, insensitive, irritating creeps at times.

(im good enough to even say 'at times' k.)

and i dont think i'll ever choose boys over flowers.

flowers are nice things! bright and lively colours, yay!

but it's a pity they're always bought by guys for girls.

guys dont know how much these things mean to us!

blah.

******

i swear no matter how cool/shuai he looks when he throws th ball,

im never going to ask him to do it again.

whatever ball it is.

basketball.

volleyball.

even badminton.

altho i like it.

it sucks when he seems happier and better off with his friends,

like he said.

his friends always cared and looked out for him,

unlike me.

you know that he likes to play basketball,

and he even played till his legs blistered,

and th brothers seemed as tho they could even play till they legs bleed.

he had fun with them,

a lot.

and alot of fun with his class when he plays badminton too.

alot of stories to tell.

they bring smiles plastered to his face plain telling me of them.

i dont want to imagine how happy he can really be when he's playing.

but come to think of it,

i think mak's a better lover than i am.

when matt was injured,

she not only had that worried look on her face,

she rushed everywhere just to get ice for him,

even though he already said that he didnt want anything.

haish.

i think it's the first time im sad for such a long time.

but im glad he's starting to say sorry earlier than i do.

and im glad he still loves me.

alot.

******

life's horribly irritating w/o love,

for it tears you apart,

slowly,

and grabs your heart,

thn drags it to the slaughterhouse,

leaving a blood stained trail on th gravel ground,

mercilessly.

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