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Saturday, October 28, 2006

Indeed, believing in something you yearn for and living for it, coats you a different person from head to toe. It's been near 1 week, I've been waking up at that not-so-late afternoon despite the late hours I dwell on. It's really a miraculous wonder what feelings can do to one isn't it? But to fame or to be framed on feelings, is another case casted out by itself.







Pict this people, 3 friends mugging hard at Mac enjoying occasional laughters to be interrupted by a Nokia Standard Message tone which beep 4 times and a look at time, falls you back on ponders and deep accusation by the sender. A message which was typed so wrong and long , just to tell us that the sender is feeling so insecure in him and sensitive. A message which droved at us meaning we were out THERE having some fcuk fun at Malls or something which we never thought of ? A message which deciphers a new feeling towards that person, a message which kills him, almost. Unless the 3 of us, were to be your girlfriends, I doubt nothing much wrong with that but when we aren't , is it a little too much to just push your limits clumsily and bump onto near everything and anything to pierce your words into us, the accused parties.





When everything sets in, it's time for you self-reflection, and our freedom. Mend those wrongs , which were hidden and covered because we don't want to bring you down, not because we don't mind. Release the leash a little, and you will receive none the belittles.





Any profound phrase in old English to describe the joy in me now? Anyone?



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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