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ME

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Hello, my name is Mylene.

Screams


Friday, March 23, 2007
Second day into the training
workshop. I dont deny that
it is actually useful in a way,
but I'll try to make it work.
For me.
Sara, Yijun, Joy and I
kept our pact on not
crying. OKEY..... And
Ms Jacob came up to
me and Sara during the
mindmap thingy and just
went, "I have selected you
to represent our class in
the Interclass debate comp."
Yijun and Inez were chosen
too, and so was Cheryl but
she didnt confirm it. Whee!
I havent debated in a LONG
time, so I just hope I dun screw
things up for the team.
Really, I dont see how
picturing my parents' dying
and their funeral can help
me score and succeed.
Maybe I'm just not getting
it; maybe it's because I
refused to picture the
scene; maybe it's just because
my relationship with my
parents is perfectly fine.
No need for regrets and tears.
I hate it when he manipulated
people's minds. Or as Sara calls
it, "a brainwashing session".
I hate it when people manipulate
my mind. Though there were
some things he said that were true.
Like how we hide our real selves
behind a mask. I do it so that
I dont get hurt. God knows how
many times I have let down
my guard and poof! Someone
gets too close to my heart and
then completely destroys it.
Behind every cheery face lies
a scarred heart. And I think
it's true. It's scarred, but it keeps
beating. Because if there is one
thing I learnt early in the game
of friendship is that forgive,
learn and MOVE ON. But you
know the worst kind of love?
It is when the person you are in
love with is a friend. So near yet so
far seems to aptly describes this.
The worst way to miss someone
is when they are right beside you
and yet you can never tell them.
Too many of us stay walled because
we are afraid to care too much....
for fear that the other person
might not care at all. Many find
it difficult to pluck up the courage
and just say, "I like you. As in,
not just LIKE you, but like LIKE
you," You know how sometimes
the woman's intuition tells you
when someone likes you? You
just know it. It's just so frustrating
when someone just seems to
display signs of liking you, and
then goes around hugging other
people. Then gives you a hug
which means so much to you,
but you know that it is just
another hug to that person.
YOU would know what I'm
talking about.
If you like someone, go for it.
As the trainer puts it, Life is
too short to waste on awful
memories. Carpe diem people!