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Saturday, January 13, 2007
9:14 AM

my sisters say i make things sound vulgar..

55 more days to my birthday..!! yiipeeedooodah!!

and my party has theme, if you're not gonna dress up, dont bother coming.. be a sport, make my day, come dressed up. only if i ask you to come of course.

sounds really selfish now doesnt it? but i dont like crowds. and i dont like having a big crowd for my birthday where i have to walk around obligingly entertaining people i'm not even close to. dont come just cause you wanna come to a party. it's just not sincere. so yes, if you're invited come, if you're not invited , dont come. and those invited, dont ask me whether uninvited people can come, cos i didnt invite them for a reason. and that reason is just ... well, dont come.

so i know i sound selfish, spoilt, rude, mean, and probably someone you would not wanna be around. and you may not want to come to my party even if you're invited. but i dont care how many people come cause someone once told me this:
"a measure of a person is not the amount of people with him but the quality of himself and those whose company he may keep."

ok so i may not be the best quality of a person. but i love me. deal. and no im not in a bad mood, i'm just speaking my mind. im not all peaches and cream, flowers and ice cream. this is just another side of me that very few people see. i was only comfortable showing it to a few people, like my family and close friends, people i was sure would still love me despite my mean streak, but now i cannot be bothered by what superficial think or say about me. not worth my time, sorry.

oh have i mentioned that my dad rocks. he takes the best pictures in the whole wide world.




























oh emily told me something really nice yesterday, she said: to never let anyone stop me from believing in fairy tales.

thanks girl. you're the best. you know me so well. :)


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