how depress'n and deject'd. imma feel'n so impair'd dur'n da past days. hw i wish sumone cld jus stab me frm da bac widout mercy, and so; i wldnt haf to kno who kill'd and die away -jus lik tat. suicidal temptations overrid'n widout anyone kno'n cn be a killer. bt nw, i reckon, grey clouds has somehow fad'd, fo long i hope. hw fcuktard, nightmares has officially attack'd me. i loathe 'em. so very much.

shes lik a nvr grow up child who obligates abundant attention from anyone, be it a he or she. tis goes fo evryone, who doesnt seek attention? she cld easily set an answer for tis question; noone. whn loneliness becomes your bestfriend; bestmate, it agitates da brains and leads to whimpering and driftness of a person's mindset, to da past and present. it jus makes u wana seek for refuge n a shelter, simply; a place to feel safe, a place to shower ourselves wid security and congeniality.

she distinguishingly devoir his attention onto her; shes mak'n it somehow, essential.

cld tis be twist'd?

i disgust tis. whn a person tries act'n emo and depress'n. tell'n me 'aye, tk pic lehs. i act emo.' waddashit. tis makes me realise someth'n, evryone cld jus get mentally unsound at times, widout da sky hav'n to fall; ground need'n to crack.

sundae 29.10.06

venue: vivo

went vivo cus we'v gt no slightest idea of whr to head to, singapore's stale to da extreme. swensens fo lunch n bac to baby's place for diner. well, it doesn' mattr whr our presence are, bcus, his presence counts da most. wid him ard; evrywhr's heaven wid roam'n cloud nine.

saturdae 29.10.06

venue: town.

slack'd ard. da impulse crav'n fo drink'n is bac and so, went drink'n wid Eugene and his colleagues at da usual place. retard'dly, he gt drunk. puk'd lik a puk'n machine, hw i wish i cld haf jus shot him right into his head n so, he cld stop flow'n and shuddafcukup. bahaaa. whn he gt wast'd, it was abt time imma seein' stars, thus; he was left to die and walk. :D

okay nw, distinguish between picture 1 and 2. one wid and one wifout accompany. both pics tkn vary'n saturdae and sunday. aww, now we kno, nowhr's as comfortable as compar'd to da hard shell'd grounds.. nt even beds; or a bed of flowers. wahaaaaaa.