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Wednesday, December 9, 2009 2:55 AM

I just still cannot accept it. I don't know if I'm really ready to see you, and at such a time. I don't know why this affects me a lot. It made my heart sink, somehow.

Sink or float, who decides?

I'm hungry. I just ate prata at 11pm just now. Ok, half a cheese prata. and a few spoonfuls of beehoon goreng and a cup of Teh Cino which is lasting me till now, but the effect is wearing off soon. I can feel it. It's intuition, I tell you.

I'm full of shit.
I am still a survivor. Time check : 3a.m. I MADE IT THIS FAR COME ON.







Imee AFL