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The Queen
Almighty
Eunice
those whose lives you have touched and whose have touched yours are always a part of you, even if the encounters were less than you would have wished. It is the content of the encounter that is more important than the form.

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  • ADVERTISMENT
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    CREDITS
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    Friday, May 25, 2007
    Title :
    Time : 4:04 AM

    i've been blogging pretty often recently. Sometimes even twice a day. Like now.
    Is it me? or wat? I feel as if lime juice is on my eyes. tired yet i do not, at all, feel like sleeping. maybe i jus need to stay awake for an hour or so, and when my lids feel as though they weigh a ton, i'll jus concuse on my bed. and before i know it, i'll blink my eye to a brand new day.

    Be it weekends or weekdays, everyday seems to be the same. It does not make any difference. At least, for now. the only difference tat is i have someone special with me. HE hold my hand ever so tightly especially crossing the road. HE makes sure everything is right for me. HE makes sure i do not utter a single complain, cos HE wants my world to be perfect.

    I've turned into an adict.
    I've took up an addiction.
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    I'm addicted to him...