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Friday, May 09, 2008

Over Guns N Roses.
Don't Cry.

"Hear me whisper and give me a sign.
I still be thinkin of you and the times we had."

Over Guns N roses.
Sweet Child Of Mine.

"Now and then when i see her face,
She takes me away to that special place and if i stand too long,
I'll probably break down and cry."

Somehow, it just doesn't seems right.
There she is an epitome of light,
here i am an apprentice of the dark.

What's more... where must i put the other one?
It's more on honour or love.
And as we all know,

Razzi chooses honour.

3:20 am
Razzi Stifler