23-06-2010' This pretty much says it.

Men waits for no women.

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It has been a week since I punctured my ears. Technically to say, I pierced my ears. Yes, you've gotten me right. Finally i found my gutso, but of course, it's not possible without dragging people into the graveyard with me. Calvin kenna for this instance.

I remembered birthdays year after year it had always been at the back of my mind, and I'd go yakking to Jing, 'i'll do it this year!', well, this is it!

I fear of the gun still. To me, the shot was worse than any form of injections. The burning sensation which came along practically hurts like hell. I'd pathetically console myself, this pain is nothing near woman in labour. It helps a great deal in psychoing my mind. Inflammation and swelling did kicked in, unfortunately and I'm yet out of the suffering. At least no pus or acute pain, that is, and save me a trip to the doctors.