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The L Word

An attempt at coherence (More like chronic emotional drownings, incessant whinings and rantings - served straight up)

July 29, 2006

The taste of milestone soup

But some things aren't meant for all to know.


Oh oh oh! Someone attempted to 'season' my Bee-ble. Bitch man, I hope all your earholes close.

And since this is for yesterday,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WARDHANA! 18 MORE DAYS! :D

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The past week has been horrigibly horrible. Evident from the incurable panda eyes and all. Having to resort to cold humour/self-amusement during the troughs, to conceal all sorts of emotions. Every ounce of energy's drained. And yet, the whole thingamajig has not ended.

Thank God it was just a fleeting moment yesterday. I know I'm on the verge, but I'm not about to do so in a place where I occasionally refer to as 'my school' for the sake of convenience.

Friends, please be strong and hang on. (:

On a happier note (which will not last), Roy is getting Penny today has gotten Penny already. Yes, I've decided to stick to Penny.