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It's just my life story.
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Find it,
And you'll see the darker side.


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Song of Solo
 Within 180 days,
If there is no changes here,
Its when my existence faded away.

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Friday, November 24, 2006 @ 10:38 PM

Just didn't get to work... haiz. Well... don't even feel like going home, so i just take the opposite side of the bus stop, and take 105 all the way till Serangoon.

Through the trip, while looking at the unfamiliar scenery, i kinda thought of lots of stuffs. Travelling alone allows me to really reflect on myself completely... i sort out quite a lot of stuffs... but, looking at a few couples did make me felt a sense of sadist. Seems like it's still going to be sometimes till i'll get over it.

While getting around in the bus... weird gossips heard all around... from loud talkers and big speakers. They sat behind me, and while i dozed off... i heard what they're saying: Leo is handsome.... Annie's friend did what what what... the whose whose new album really is nice... whatever... just around the corner of everywhere gonna be this kinda stuffs. The strength of words.

Still.. i called Joanne to void my job booking for tomorrow, but seems like i need to find a replacement for me. Kinda impossible, but neither can i just go, cos i can't get a leather shoe of my size. Damn it. I know it's hard for Joanne, but i don't have any choice either... sorry... gotta bother you at this time when you're sick.

Stupid feet. Darn big.

But through like 4 hours of that aimless travelling around, i finally got back to the 105(yeap, i seems have some affinity with that bus) and took it till Jurong East, and just changed a 334 to get home.

Tired, but i seems to be happy.

Still some sense of loss, but... it feel good.

Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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