This is a usual thing to do. Staying up late has been my hobby, or well at least, my past time. Unavoidably, my eyes have always been loyal to my body. This sensation isn't for good and I need to bear the foul-smelling Stresstabs. But I don't really have to.
The Database is unnecessary to my life. Since it's definition has not yet lingered into my very awesome, rotting, memory bank. But I very well know how it could affect sites. And how it could have killed me without you knowing it.
My image on Plurk, I wouldn't want to change. Since Plurk just exposes my bearable diseases. On the other hand, Blogspot is more revealing. It somehow unfolds the other me. You wouldn't notice that if you haven't still analyzed some of my shared thoughts hiding someplace in there. Anyway, i'd want it junked now, since it doesn't serve me well.
This is my last resort; my disturbed typing mastery implemented. I know this is not a game-winners and losers are not my type. I just want the 'not'. Furthermore, life has been great. But one hella thing I'm sure about: I'm in deepest shit.
-pasted from Friendster Blogs
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