The hatred we brought upon ourselves,
Bitter taste of arrogance and disrespect,
Echoes of deafening screams,
With the downpour of vulgarities,
Bare blistered knuckles of mine,
The verge of intolerable killing,
Crystal clear it was, a broken picture that fell apart.

St nicks fiesta today was fun (:
We played games and won soft toys.
But in the evening, our feet was aching and tiredness sets in.
Me and euge headed to Ikea to have dinner.
Then collected her cam she bought from the buyer at there.
After that, I sent her home in the 855 bus.
It's indeed at long day.
I'm feeling tired.
One game of dota, and I'm off to bed.
NIGHTS EVERYBODY.