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Wednesday, October 10, 2007'♥

reading : Aspects of Property Law.
Listening : Billy Talent - devil in a midnight mass

i am sick. yeah. I am running a temperature. and the eyeballs perpetually feels cooked.

well,yes,theboy have been playing nurse. It feels alittle weird, since i have never been cared for this way, nonetheless, it sure feels like a shot of whiskey in the cold winter night.
i got to admit, i am quite thoroughly pampered that, for a while, i actually entertained the idea of being bedridden, like forever.
he,my world class boyfriend. ;c)

Well, since we bought me a pair of spanking new rollerblades last weekend? We bladed 36km within 3 hours. some kind of midnight adventure and feat ey.

Pardon for the lack of interllectual and inspiring posts, not that there were many to start with, especially when school effectively depletes you all the time.

5:26 PM








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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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