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Saturday, November 25, 2006

Less than a couple of counts in hours, I'll be meeting work. A commitment I hesitated back and forth, deciding an heavy reluctance on it. Work means less time for my friends, Tam, games and o' hail my 868. The soon lessened sights and chats with the boys is a terrible ordeal.. but the shortened duration on phone with Tam poses as an unwanted calamity. I don't know how often will I be blogging from the start of tomorrow, so, please miss me kks.





SO, I HAVE TO GET COMMITTED. I love work but yet I feel like fcuking it. The stupid money which draws me to work, and the abundant time to while away during this period. Okays, work, here I come. Let's see how the days would be.




I saw the worry on his face, stress all written over him. Carrying a poise of uneasiness and distress, he engulfed in his own miserable and fearful thoughts. So deep and concentrated, that he couldn't be brought back to reality. Yet he tried so hard to savage those frightening thoughts, and the words he heard early in the morning. How I wish I could just convince him , ' Everything will be alright" .


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The calls were repetitions of noise created, the caller bear much anxiety and worry for the ignorant minor, who then chose to burn herself in love and exiled to tears later. The defiance from her uncultivated ways of life got her near expulsion from home and now, welcoming none a comment nor sentence exchanged between her family and her. May God tell me, what had happened to a young who was such refined and perceptive , to a horrible girl who shouts in return of her parents' concern? Fcuk it.











*I wish I knew of a way to tell you, how much I yearn for you. I wish I knew of a way, which tells you nothing matters more than your smile. I wish I knew a way, which lets you know I'm not lying.. I wish I knew a way to make you believe me.. I wish I knew of a way, in better expression of my love for you.



You.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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