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we'll gaze upon the bright stars tonight but don't forget those flashing neon lights





Saturday, 16 June 2007
one day you will have to answer to the children of the sky

sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs sighs

there's 102 sighs there. represents everything. my boredomness, stupid dnt folio, bigfoot, disappointment, my headaches and migraines. sighs* this is so fucking boring. everytime i try to think about it, its like i'm messing with the future.

i'm not that guy who had so much with his friends @ chillout sessions anymore
i'm not that guy who goes to gym anymore
i miss being a heavy drinker
i miss socializing
i miss my mates
i miss my jeans, tee, sneakers, wtf
i'm not that guy who reached home at 5am in the morning anymore
i don't do my hair already
i wore cap instead whenever i go out
i miss shopping for wardrobes
i miss everyone i use to chill out with
i miss bigfoot and clarke quay and bungee ride

hmm. there's wisdom behind these things i'm going through. god just want me to see something i don't want to know yet. and i've lost some things in my life. but its good thing. i recalled someone mentioned that ' if you lost something precious, new awesome things are coming up for you' something that goes like that.

anyway, sis ordered pitza. can't wait. yummmmmmmmmmmmm



















being jalapeno.


Saturday, June 16, 2007

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