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You're obviously permitted to have a look around, but of course, itchy fingers aren't entertained - so don't take what's not yours. ;)
10 n 11 april... today is sat.
Saturday, April 12, 2008 @ 12:18 PM
Thurs..
morning swimming with shua
noon, went sch for a while.. watching vcd at shua's place
evening, went sk to play bb...
morning swimming with shua
noon, went sch for a while.. watching vcd at shua's place
evening, went sk to play bb...
but the food is Thumb DOWN.. =(
night... ton at sandra's place...
bb her dog, is a prevert, always wan to hum my leg la..
played monopoly..
haw par villa...havin been there for ages..
the large dragon which used to be the icon of hawpar villa was gone since 2002 =((
it flew away..
bought dessert at Obolo.. yummy yet fattening.
Saturday
thought of just rotting
my day at home
i just need a rest after days of running
around and dropping cash away.
borrowed a book
intersting.. in poems which tells story of 3 different life ending up in Aspen Spring "mental hospital' be cause of suicide..
One of my fav poems inside..
"The thread"
Wish
you could turn off
the questions, turn
off the voices,
turn off all sound.
Yearn
to close out
the ugliness, close
outh the filthiness,
close out all light.
Long
to cast away
yesterday, cast
away memory,
cast away all leopardy.
Pray
you could somehow stop
the uncertainty, somehow
stop the loathering,
somehow stop the pain.
Act
on your impluse,
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to your chest.
noted: I'm not emo or psycho,
just the use of words screwed my mind. ha
"The thread"
Wish
you could turn off
the questions, turn
off the voices,
turn off all sound.
Yearn
to close out
the ugliness, close
outh the filthiness,
close out all light.
Long
to cast away
yesterday, cast
away memory,
cast away all leopardy.
Pray
you could somehow stop
the uncertainty, somehow
stop the loathering,
somehow stop the pain.
Act
on your impluse,
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to your chest.
noted: I'm not emo or psycho,
just the use of words screwed my mind. ha