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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

i find myself engrossly reading the confessions ppl make online. caught myself laughing, and sumtimes, my mouth freeze wide open-so shocked. but i guess the reason to why i cant help but to continue reading is that these confessions make me feel better. as shallow as that sound, it helps. coz i know, for whatever horrible things i have done, it is not as bad as what this ppl did. and thankfully, it helps me move on and sumhow "feel better abt myself".

and at the same time, i actually admire their courage to actually post it, although anonymous. they say it lifts the burden, and clear the conscience. but i could never bring myself to confess. its the ego. i cant accept the fact that i make such mistakes and i, for a moment, lost control of myself and gave in to making a mistake i am embarrased of. i must say, i do think higly of myself and put myself high up there -not in comparison to anyone- but just up there.

secrets- just keep it to urself.

8:51:00 pm

Anahraf El Diab
I wish i could say that i'm unique and different but that would be a lie. from my mom, i stole her features, her attitude and 1/5 of her strength. i kinda ripped of my dad's hairstyle and that obviously isnt a choice. i think i would be a fashion disaster or a real girly girl if it werent for my brother and thank god for that. at the same time, i would have been naive and maybe a boy if it werent for my sister. hur hur. the rest of me, i picked it up somewhere along the way thru my 19 years old journey and that is what u gotta find out.


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