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26 May 2009

The mood CAN swing. @ 12:01 AM

"Baby, come back to me. I'll be everything you need."

Uuhh..
I don't think so.
I've been replaying Utada Hikaru's single - Come Back To Me.
Boredom strikes me and together with its best friend, hunger.
Before this, their buddy, fatigue just hit me earlier.
And so did drowsiness.
Sigh.
And here I am, suppose to be starting on my speech about Doomsday.
But no.
I am just wasting the limited energy that is crucial to our planet Earth which is supplied directly to my lappie through its cable by just staring blankly at the monitor now.
Thus, I shall sigh again.
I am lost.
Unwanted memories unlocked themselves.
I shouldn't be feeling this.
I think that time of the month is about to come really, really soon.
My "best friend" decided to deliver me a gift by Pos Laju before knocking the door.
The gift - unstable hormone level

Indeed.

.the pig is still talking

Woof. I mean, Oink.

.profile

Christ Tan. And I'm not Jesus Christ.

.somewhere over the rainbow

.madly,deeply in love(for now)

You're Beautiful

.sshhh

.- (infinity)