this part of life is like a storybook's chapter where by its the confrontation, the 2 sides are hiding behind barrels and containers, with paths crossing each other, threading stealthily, reloading ammunition, and stuff. its discription, not process.

therefore, i shall only tell the story closure, and not the entire detail less its worthly. mark this, cos i will continue here.


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other than that, i'll post up my fw article when i've finally cut it from 900 to 700. and then i'll rewrite and post up a no word limit essay. wheee. loving it.


nights. tired~

the 2mins conve just relighted my blown out candle of the day. thanks.