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Thursday, June 29, 2006

half a year have gone by.
i'm glad and happy that i met someone
like my girlfriend.
could say that i'm lucky.

i've no fancy words,
no lavishing gifts;
but plain old me.
saying happy half-aversary.

every single letter in every single word there'll be a hidden message of a boy who loves a girl.

when out with girlfriend to Bugis.
for once, i planned to watch her kind of movies.
but then, watched Superman Returns at Shaw Tower.

the story was satisfactory.
went for jamming afterwards.
it was really great.

after a few months of not jamming,
i really felt great.
although tired, lost energy,
it somehow reguvinated me.
the noise i made, calling out to me.

Quit Titisan, just jam...
Jam...
jam...
jaa..amm...

i'm exhausted and weak now.
but somehow feel so great, just to make some noise.
we have 2 originals.
being a rock star is a billion times,
better than being an actor.


Wishmaster
Crusade for Your will
A child, dreamfinder
The Apprentice becoming...

Master!
Apprentice!
Heathborn! the 7th seeker!
Warrior!
Disciple!
In me! the Wishmaster!
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12:35 am
Razzi Stifler