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EATARYBROTH 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.
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30 March 2007 @ 11:38 pmmy halo: my noose.
now i'm lost again. broken and blurry. back to where i left 2 years back. i've surrendered myself a trap. fell back intothe bottomless pit. once again i drove another nail down. my silent force felt a wretched sence of wickedness underneath.a mockery of self-hatred and macabre. this i guess is what i deserve. a halo will rise upon &a noose will ring around. of greed & immatuarity i linger; dwelled a thousand hours to this date i never realised myproportion of his inner-grief i've placed contributions to. low-lying and ignorance played a toll; nevertheless selfishnesswas the main game. but i'm more than just a little curious; how i'm planning to mold & to take amend to this death. what thus more will the crossroads bring about? or pouring upon a test before even beginning demystifying? i can't say.i'm speechless and on final grounds i'm beginning to regreat. i shed a hundred broken tear but it never prevails.
everytime now i look into the mirror. or let me surround myself again. i have no one to look back at how i use to. this issomething different. something a 2year routine has shuckled a crack. i know i need you baby. but i make believe it's reallyreally a dead end. this weakness are beginning to grow. grow a fantasy each time i walk across or stumble upon a vision.a television of our routine sundays. our time at the nearby coffeeshop. our moment at the crackers store.i will begin to miss upon the walk we take. the ice-cream we'll buy. the drink we'll share. or the watsons stores we'll just merlinger.the slightest things are the most intense memory.now taking a foul factor away. i won't be able to dream a day you by my side my way back to camp. someone there to summon my load, or just a mere aquientance. i felt everything i came acrossjust an hour ago when i went to get candies. it wasn't a sweet memory either. i came to realise that i've hurt myself byhurting you.
how appreciative i am now to the dollar heart you gave me for BMT. now it's of the most special thing to me. even thoughhow ungreatful to how i took it. i should have known this would came by earlier. taking for granted was a visiory. and now i suffer taking myself prisoner of my own doings. there ain't nothing i can do in return but to weep upon it over & over again.
the mark lasted a defination: 28.12.04 - 24.03.07.