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Thursday, December 28, 2006'♥

i cant get to sleep.

god knows why.

last night was madness at zouk.

havent saw such a happy and crazy crowd for quite some time now.

elthevin, qian, louis, charlene and i lost each other. i was supposed to find kenp too? but the crowd was alittle more than i can handle. i saw/met so many familiar faces. jayson and company ( UNKER ROD, WHY DIDNT YOU GO!), shermon , and a couple of friends from college.

but i reckon it was fine and dandy with me. i met/had john. it was amusing and totally random to have him msged elthevin that he kidnapped me, and wanted a ransom from elthevin? well,we did have a good time together,no? :)

it's incoherence at its best now. head's still spinning, havent really slept at all.

everything that happened last night 's seems to be on a playback mode now. appears the moment i close my eyes.

havent felt this way with anybody in a long while now.


then i just checked my grades. fuck shite.
tapaoed one. taxation 's bane to my existance really. it's an accursed karma,that's what it is. yes.
this 's what happens when you have a screwed up relationship . the before and after effects of it were obviously too hard to bear, too detrimental to both emotional, mental,physical health, and now, my grades.
just when can i start meeting decent and nice men.



bah . i cant write/blog decently now. let's sleep and pray that i can get my ass outta here next year. a good 2008 please.

10:09 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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