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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Booze changes material as it does to people @ 6:36 PM

Suppose i want to have my hair length short, with my mate tempting me. [Alvin shaved the sides of his head and dyed his hair to bright hue of Orangey-brown]

Great huh? Poor me, have to cut my hair because i am stubborn about not dying it back to black.
But anyway, it will be done on latest - the 12th.

- I was rushing, with plentiful items on my hand, i struggled to settle my things down on the floor of the train. Whilst i looked up, he looked at me stunningly, smiled as though i was some five year old kid that dazed into space and got startled by him. On that moment i felt like hiding into some hole, hoping that i had put in more effort in dressing up and that he had not seen that unglamorous side of me being sloppy and such. -

Take a sip out of my memory,
For that might be all i am left fighting for.

Goodbyes. Are something best left unsaid.
Love; suie.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.