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A shattered memory
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A fragmented memory that you've left to rot
None would understand...





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1/04/2008 11:00:00 PM

ok.. right.. my story today is simple. Due the extreme conditions that i'd be experiencing in National Service, I've taken up this insurance plan to cope with the difficulties that are bound for me during my stay. Today was fully a fruitful day of exercise and.. and.. erm.. making the exercise go to waste.. Alright.. that wasn't so good..

Well anyways, I ran, gym-ed, tennis-ed, swam, and finally steamed myself within 6 short hours.. (alrighty.. i sound as if i've enrolled myself in some physical fitness boarding school or whatnot.. and i seem to like this word 'whatnot')

Darn, i'm aching mad. The tennis was great (of course i didn't play all alone dude.. don't be nuts. I had a companion you see..).

So why did i conclude that i wasted all that exercise? That's because i went to have a heavy (and i really mean heavy.. or was it? nah.. i don't eat too much myself.. but today's portion was huge..). Went to this Restaurant-fashioned stall in a heartlander coffee house.. RIGHT.. like how good can the food get.. I'll tell you, i paid $7.50 for that plate of Cajun Chicken Steak.. GOSH, it was absolutely delicious.. (yet the portion was so huge that i had to force the fries down my throat because i was determined not to have dinner.. when i didn't have lunch and breakfast either..)

So.. i ate only 1 meal today, and that's the plate of Cajun Chicken Steak.. how nice, i'm gonna lose some weight soon because of this simple inequality here --> [Input < Output]

Enough of the fun stuff.. I'm still rather bloated at this late hour of which i'm current blogging at..
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First day of my rebirth, I'm feeling better now.. Getting used to all the new procedures that i've been conditioning my emotions with, I'm long immune to that feeling of dependence towards my Tigress' existence (cheer on for me, for i'm new.. or.. new.. nevermind..)

hmm.. whatever that you might receive from me, tigress, it's just my token of gratitude for being by my side when i was.. tweaked. If you can't seem to decide, then i'll just have to decide what's best for the both of us. That's that. (Or am i consoling myself for myself and for myself..)

Anyway, I'm good, i'm good to go.. I want to watch the sunset; I want to be with the sunset; I want to experience a real sunset again.. for once, for life, for love, and for anyone who's experienced a real sunset (and would have the same sentiments as i would). Am i speaking in a nonsensical manner? You're the judge, you decide upon what's written here..

Then people might query.. "What's a real sunset? I mean, aren't sunsets always REAL?"

I won't answer that. That's obviously from someone who hasn't seen one.. I've seen it.. I loved it as i would love my dogs. I can't tell you what it looks like.. I can only tell you that it's sweet and that you'd have to experience the rest yourself.

Right.. I'm simply typing every thought that comes into my mind.. It's so strange at which the speed i'm phrasing my thoughts using my fingers.. Or was it strange because my fingers are delivering my thoughts at such a speed.. nevermind, everyone's bound to make mistakes, especially when they're fatigued.. (well.. i am.. but i never liked short entries.. and it's not that i'm trying to make this a long entry..)

I just had to say.. some things.. here and now; because it's now or never.. After this slumber that i'm about to have soon, i'd not be able to recall my thoughts that i've penned here.. This blog has somewhat became like the pensieve that appeared in J.K. Rowling's infamous novel series.. That Potter boy.. (i'd prefer that potty-wee-potter way of saying it though.. not too formal..)

It's time.. my mind should be rather empty now.. although i can't really summarise the main points of what i wrote because they are just fragments of my thoughts.. It's for me to recall.. and not you.. not the readers.. I write it in my style, such that only i'm able to understand the fragmentation of my memories.. haha.. till tomorrow then..