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Thursday, October 22, 2009 . 11:29 PM

i've been thinking of my past...

picture yourself back to around the age of 9. aren't you like a happy-go-lucky kind of kid? for me, the age of 9 is an age that i can never forget.

i have been forced to do something i really hate doing, been blamed for something i have never done. however, i still just kept it in. this lasted for the next consecutive 2 years.

from then on, i've learned to keep everything to myself, never telling anyone what's really happening inside.