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05 November 2009

Somebody call 911. @ 5:44 PM

No. There's no shorty fire burning on the dance floor. This is what I'm feeling now.

Gravity has decided to pull every limb that is attached to my torso.
I had to gather all my energy so that my feet can drag their way to anywhere I'm heading to.
It feels like I'm carrying a 200-pound invisible human on my shoulders. (Whoo.. Like the horror movie 'Shutter')
The little bronchioles in my lungs are having a hard time sucking in the oxygen.
I truly believe that the nerve system in my body has malfunction because honestly, I can't feel anything.

The things I'll go through in the gym.

.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)