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July 27, 2009



Posted by will at 3:13 AM


July 26, 2009

I'M ADDICTED TO CATCHING SOFT TOYS.

Just as I pain-stakingly waited 2 lonely nights in camp for today, it was gone just like pooof. Absence only makes the heart grow fonder. I only believe that whatever will be, will be. I'll hold true to this belief.

Finally, it wouldn't hurt to say this: I miss you, not too much, just enough to make me dream about you almost every night.


Posted by will at 3:33 AM


July 17, 2009

I just got a good taste of whats life like after oscar romeo delta

Now I want a whole chunk of it, bite it, chomp it, gorge myself full of it.

WHEN WILL D-DAY ARRIVE


Posted by will at 4:36 PM


July 16, 2009

last night, I dreamt of punching someone who was got too annoying in real-life, as well as in dreams.

this morning, I woke up with a cut on my hand and a dent on my cupboard.

My nose actually sounds like my new message ringtone, thanks to super-flu.


Posted by will at 11:51 PM


July 11, 2009

I gotta get this off my chest...

Nothing I do can seem to get you outta my mind.


Posted by will at 3:41 AM