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Sunday, August 17, 2008




sitting at the computer desk, all i feel now is nausea and wat feels like gastric and cramps. having had to rush down to work yest for a last min guest, i ended up nt even eating a proper meal the whole of yest, nt tt i had much of an appetite anyway.


so i woke up this morning, more depressed than yest, i was overcomed by the urge to do just the opposite of yest. BINGE. tt's wat i did, like some disgusting show, i shoved heaps of noodles into a humongous soup bowl n began stuffing it in huge portions into my mouth all the while shuddering at the act i was engaging.


next up on the list, i m gonna spend tons of money. n if i m still in the mood, mayb i will go for beancurd n fritters.

bye for now while i go soak in my emo-ness.

fuck it, FUCK.


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