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Sunday, April 08, 2007
Does it really matter?
Today had guitar lesson with jy shin and wk in the afternoon.After that i went home.I was tired,my eyes kept closing wherever i went.Didn't had much sleep the night beforeAnd i could not sleep when i got home in the noon too.Night i went down with a little crack upon my head.It was not in good condition and speech of rubbish came throught gushing out from my mouth instanly.It wasn't just the right state of mind.I held on and waited for the time and the air to pass by and went home.
His sense of touch allows him to feel the pain in him and the tiredness he had.His sense of smell allows him to breathe the deadless air around him.His sense of sight brought him forth into another dimension.His sense of hearing allows him to hear silence.His sense of taste turned a little sourish.With the this,he grew a devil in him once again.
Tonight he soars throught heaven eyes and reclaim his spartan's spirit.
Good night to the fallen ones.
Wan an qing ai de.

~ { 9:21 AM }
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