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Yosely. Cily. Jo. 郭臻璎。
Full time student. Translator and tutor.
Sarcasm plus cynicism mixed with genuine concern.
LOVE reading.
Addicted to Western TV series.
Introvert AND extrovert at the same time.

wish list
college again, major in Japanese literature
move out from Medan
a new phone
♥ a new digital camera
♥ great main job + fun side job
♥ certainty ;)

next to read
Wuthering Heights ~ Emily Brontë
The Book of Tomorrow ~ Cecelia Ahern
那个女孩叫 Feeling ~ 藤井树

daily reads

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Ping Pong
Thursday, October 4, 2012 @ 7:02 PM


Handling disappointment has never been one of my virtues. Neither has coping with sadness. I'm lost at words to describe how upset I am upon your bailing out. You keep telling me how I'm such a rebel, while in fact, even when I was being such a nice and obedient girl, you still came up with lame excuses. I know you are a lot of things but I never took you as a chicken.

I hate crossing dates on the calendar, counting down to the days we could finally meet. I hate crossing my fingers every now and then, wishing for your presence. I hate crossing some lines, imposing my existence. I hate crossing you.

We both know we have limited time. Why don't make the best out of it instead of playing games again and again? Say what? I've dealt my last Ace yet you didn't budge at all. The ball is in your court at this moment, it all depends on you.