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a twenty year-old soldier, deeping an escape fantasy into the wilderness of lifestyle, fashion, music, politics and the suffocation of everyday living. allow me to take my emotions and paint the world white.
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TRACK
Rihanna - Disturbia
TRAVEL
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EATARY
BROTH just sliding off those sleezy bar by the junction. located above Duxton Hill, comes a very relax and romantic get away-like semi-fine dining heaven. Where modern Australian is a choice and service is at it's excellence.Lunch : Mondays to Fridays Dinner: Mondays to Saturdays
2 December 2005 @ 3:59 pm
im not a slave to a god that doesn't exist.
LUNARIN RELEASING THEIR ALBUM. FUCKING CAN'T WAIT TO GET IT. IT DROPS SHELVES THIS FALL, AND I'M ALREADY BEGINNING TO SCRATCH MY HANDS FOR THEM.Planning on getting couple of DVDs and CDs when pay falls. Shopping for clothes of course. Feast and dine to good dishes. Picture great money spent with love ones, cherishable good friends and most importantly yourself. All those great greens you earn whole-heartedly. All that sweat, blood, sleepless night and burns you received just for them. I'm just after dry-dead shifts. Opening yesterday, which strentech till closing and today again opening at 5am. And extended again till 3.30. Pity myself, mercy me for not spending time with Fad. It's been very very long thanks to my schedule, that we've meet. But maybe, it'll get better. Changing blog address very soon. And everything of it. Firstly, new email address.
Better days to come soon. I can feel happiness encompassing me. Mom is moving on and new home and new life. Still having baby by my side. My wise sayang right there sheltering me when I'm in pain or confusion. And I appreciate all of them from the bottom of my black heart. I don't say things in vain normally and you and I know whose fantastic in vain words. That bastard is suffering each and every moment I grab my fist on your memory. You've left me here to dry, I'll watch you as you die.