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Thursday, June 01, 2006

Was it on Monday? Or Sunday?
For all I know, none knew me for what I am.
My actual self until, this girl whom I shall labeled her as Freako for now ONLY.
It all started in MSN.
Ouh yeah, it's on a Monday.
Freako just told me something which I didn't want to hear from others.

I think she must have studied humans!

"You are not what you really are."
"For what I've seen, you are like a mask covering your true self"

So, I've been masking myself.
And so were told by Freako.

5 months past by, how fast yet slow time passes.
Memories are somewhat sweet.
Memories are like a piece of picture.
It could be crumpled up and thrown.
Or
It could be kept to cherish beautiful thoughts.

2:14 am
Razzi Stifler