Tuesday, January 23, 2007, 6:45 PM
Keep holding on, we're gonna make it through.
For once, I thought it's closed case. But still, the Berlin Wall can't be blown away. Perhaps, she still feels uneasy. Virtually; check. Face-2-Face; Give me a break. Anyway, I guess I have to spare a thought for poor old dear after all. The feeling is weird. I sense anger, anxiety, hatred, infatuation and confusion all combined into one. One love. One life. It doesn't get any better. The feeling hasn't changed. Did I even disappoint. Life for you is like a pantomime, filled with acts and gimmicks. I guess I asked too much, more like you didn't expect that. Conclusion; take out your cell phones and text your name and identical number to 7****. It's more than a charity. It's non profitable. It's One.