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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

People always say "I cannot live without him/her".
Is it really true?
I don't really think so.
To me,
there's no such things as ppl can't live without another person.
Its not they cannot live without,
its that as time passes,
they grow to depend on that person.
Its a form of reliance.
Dependance degrades the strength of a person.
Its not a must,
its just a need.
After all,
We all came to this world with nothing.

Blogged @ 8:35 AM
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Sunday, June 17, 2007

The murderer has striked again.
The one that caused the pains of many.
Now, it has changed his target.
I'm became the lead of his plan.
He has suceeded.
I'm always his target.
Its the 5th day being a victim.
I really hate him for choosing me always.
The murderer is Mr gastric.
The one who is causing me great pains now.
*Ouch.

Blogged @ 8:20 AM
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