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Saturday, November 19, 2005


a year ago
i was in dek rak pha
doing what
probably eating, or playing, or service learning
i miss those days, life didnt seem so mundane
and miss bathing with cold hard water
cant wash off the soap most of the time
frogs and random flying insects
dirty toe nails
hahaha.
cooking instant noodles late in the night
with a damn big pot
know the chef didnt like me coz when i stir the food, the food is always out of the pan
but i love the times in the kitchen
the entertainment
the gossiping in the "library"
waking up with the worst hairstyle u can imagine
cold and trembling
these days are........all gone.

i guess i shldnt have said all that. it only brought more disappointment. i shld be a mute. piakx.