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Wednesday, February 03, 2010 9:16 PM

a few moments ago, im like burning with a fire on the top of my head.
SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER ANGRY!!!!!!!
if possible, i just felt like giving the director a punch on the face..
not fearing of the consequences even if they were to kick me outta SP.
yes, that was how angry i was!

but now.. the feeling is like im falling down from a 50-storey building, with eyes opened wide.
or just standing and getting stabbed by a person for 100 times, in a state of shock.
or just like im in a dark room with only one spotlight in the centre and im just sitting there, lost.

thats the way im feeling now.
not sure if its the appropriate way to put it through.. but yes, thats what im feeling now.
who understands?

i duno..
to lose something that you yearn so much.. its depressing.
its really important to me.
something that i worked and sacrificed for..
and yet they are rejecting me with no particular reason for it.

theres so much more problems that i have to handle and face..
however, im holding it all back.
i cant fall here, now, at this point!
i have to be strong and fierce.. to win.
yes, you may call me a tyrant or whatsoever. but i dont have a choice.
im a girl whos weak afterall, but i have to choose not to be one at times.. its unbearable pain.

nonetheless, i will put on a fight.
im risking it all out for tmr.. give me strength!!


dear diary.






samantha ker.
09 august 1991.
RMIT: Marketing (Bachelor).



the pressence.






went away.


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won't regret.

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