the melancholy of truth
the gypsies are always right
| Saturday, October 20, 2007 |
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mask
the melancholy of truth 6:27 PM
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| Thursday, October 18, 2007 |
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7:13 PM
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| Wednesday, October 17, 2007 |
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pesto, pesto, pesto.
Hmm..... I've been craving... for pesto. green, thick, wicked, pesto.  Yeah, kinda look like animal disposal.
Threw in fresh basil, pinenut, parmesan, garlic, salt and pepper and of course extra virgin olive oil into the blender. The easy quick meal, it rocked hard. Stir fried with penne and portebello, and loads of chilli flakes *burps*(twice) I love ITALY!  oh, haircut. 2:53 PM
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| Thursday, October 11, 2007 |
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9:46 PM
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| Sunday, October 7, 2007 |
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sad sad sunday
alcohol really numbs everything. stop those unwanted pain inside. but very temporary. and in between the process, you tend to get brave. braver than usual. all those words kept, spilled. words not meant to be heard, said, thought of. causing all those emotions. set free. sadness still prevail. petty emotions. still alive and well. got to break through it. i didnt mean what i said.. even in the cold, sunday morning, i did'nt mean it... im so weakened. my tired mind has the past emblazoned vividly. those memories, i cant seem to let go. as little as i know, you've already burned it.....all. sigh... i guess, its time to let go... 10:17 PM
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| Tuesday, October 2, 2007 |
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kittys and pain.
I can never ever be optimistic. I've tried so hard to think otherwise. But this brain is obliged to only do one thing, which is to think the worst of any situation. I'm tired of thinking of the unseen future, i try to foretell, with all those worthless assumptions and mindless rants, those sleepless nights, and the most ridiculous of all, not with a slightest pinch of effort. BRAINS = 1oo% WORK = o% I am pissed of thinking of others too much and none for myself. So I'm not self-absorbed after all. Oh crap, just shut up already. Back to the littlest things in life, i have a new obsession. No, not my psp, but these cute little tiny bastards.
The fat bloated mother, rubbed against my leg, meow-ing and purring, and white stuff formed on the pussy's pussy. So i assumed, it was time. I had to react and performed some surgery. I've always wanted to be a surgeon. Oh well, that was my time. I was there, when their breathless mother, shrieked, hissed, shrugged, moaned, whatever those pregnant cat do. I helped her delivered. I rubbed her tummy downwards, hoping something would happened. And it did. Out came out 3 hungry monsters, full of blood, the stench of ovary and the fallopian tube maybe? Gruesome. She licked the blood off them right clean! And they attacked their mother's tits after 1-3 minutes of birth. I was amused. Thank god we humans don't have to lick our own babies.
OH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAMINI daughter of SOMETHING, SOMETHING. 2:01 AM
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