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Thursday, April 28, 2011
What will you miss of him when he dies? @ 11:18 PM

I wonder if the feeling of non-existence the moment before dying. If so just let me call one person before i do.
Someone told me i shouldn't be always leaving these words hanging around my lips. I'd be tempting fate.
The things that could come to my mind were simple, probative and ridiculous but i think it makes sense. i Have no chance in making sense of what i deem sometimes.

Anyway. If i were to die. please let me assign my assets first.
Im a demanding girl. I demand to be remembered even if i were to leave. :) The only way is to leave something behind.

Just like senthil. Only if when there isn't hair on heads of everyone then i might have forgotten him.

I sounded so super negative. Going off.
By the way snacking and crying really does make someone feels better.

When whispers no longer survive;

Because there's you and me.