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B/L/Leong =)
The rest aint important anymore
Not too cheerful actually
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This avenue is created to store the author's black and white history. It is not suitable for any educational purposes. Greatly advised not to be viewed by any rational homosapiens. Any confusion or emotional hurt and distress caused by the paradox of information is greatly understandable. Any enjoyment or entertainment derived during the cause of reading shows u are just as screwed up as the author. Welcome to the real world my fellow maniacs.


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Monday, February 26, 2007

I NEARLY STRANGLED CELINES NECK TODAY.

:(

nver mind.

Even though the body was not there.
The heart was still thinking.
Worries engulfs the mind.
I hope the hands entrusted will keep u in a whole.
Protect you from all harm, misery, illnesses.
There is no such thing as forever, but as much it can, i hope it can.
Because my hands will if not.
But, it was not a matter of my choice.
It always seem to be a better option for the world.

After all. when the lead takes centrestage, the reserves can only watch with envy.
After all. How many reserves have shone and prove themselves worthy.
After all. Positions cant be shifted when as when they wanted.
After all. You are not chosen to act in this show, u forced your way instead.
After all. how more a bastard u wan to be.

Blood spilled. Its okay.
Tears dried. Its okay.
Strength sapped. Its okay.
As long you are okay. i am okay.

Love was not all about a calculator pressing damage done minus, love shown plus, effort made multiply, pain suffered divide.

Love is.
All about the love for you. Unquantifiable.
And nothing else really matters.


{/10:52 PM}
Time's up.