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Monday, January 01, 2007 7:17 AM


The shit of a lousy start..

The softness calls to him. the light is catching up. the activities are all starting.. but sleep seems like the only thing driving him to go on.

The tale of the seven wounds..

well.. the guys and i went to catch the countdown fireworks at marina. it was kinda great. i am in no mood to really talk about the 7 wounds. too tired i guess ask me about it if you want to know. maybe falling sick soon. jsut realy confused right now. i hope my mind gets sorted out by some sleep. its been a long time since i had great sleep. been having late nights recently. hai~ my brain is in a mess. i feel like i have left out my brain for the past 2 weeks and jsut had alots and alots of fun. now.. seems like i am suffering from it.

the tale of the dragon and the hell hime..
-Do i mean anything to you ?? or do you still dont know that i am bearing my heart to you ?? if so.. jsut stab it and leave me. its jsut another wound. i am hurting already..


hold me now at 7:17 AM
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