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.Friday, May 06, 2005 ; 1:21 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.

Ok..for this entry the topic is drown.
For the past few days, I was drowned in the sea of packing. My room was filled with stuff that I myself felt amazed by the numbers!Where and when the bloddy hell I got all these stuff?IKEA box gives more trouble then helping me store all the so called wanted stuff. So, in the end, I managed to pack everything into 2 IKEA boxes, 1 huge plastic bag, 1 travelling bag for my books, 1 box for my printer and....i dunno already. The moral of the story is don't bother to bring to many stuff to hall. 1 year passes by so quickly. It seems like it was only yesterday I moved into hall.

For the 2nd time (I broke my promise), I was drown in the sea of haziness. So who is the culprit?Other than my own lack of self control, it was long island iced tea that caused my fly to "high" land. The dancing was fun!!especially at the platform coz we have more space up there. When I finally came down, I felt so restricted and fed up by people who kept walking around and stepping on my toe!!%^#^Inconsiderate bunch of homo sapiens.
I left the dance floor with RY afterwards to get drinks. We were talking while resting and at the other corner of the club. I said so many things that shouldn't be said. Why? I simply won't alllow myself to discuss them when I'm sober. Somehow, alcohol makes me more honest with myself. I fed up with control and fed up with suppressing. That night everything was out. As expected, it got me thinking and do many other stuff.
I let myself dream for a little while; did things that my emotion told me rather than my rational mind told me. I let myself out; the part that I have been suppressing for past few months before locking that part again at the very bottom of the sea of conciousness. Do I regret it? No, I do not. After the "confession"I decided to let go and let God. Whatever will be, let it be.
Hangover?not really. I just feel very tired and my stomach was revolting and protesting everytime I tried to fill it..after effect of alcohol. At least, this time was not as bad as the first time. (0) __ (0) (drown in emotion and drown in alcohol)---> bad combination~!
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