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CITY OF ANGELS
Tuesday, September 06, 2005

finally, i understand this whole damn play after my sister asked her friend who's involve. the objective of this play is actually to make us have that kind of amazed expression when it ended and make us leave the hall having this thought in mind what actually really happen to uncle song ,why did he disappear and what does all those vessels with water and money and the complete shelock homes suppose to show. it's just like when someone disappear from your life you will be shock and you will be thinking what actually happened. -claps- but that's not it... more to come. haha. but i don't want to know. " o death, where is thy sting" listening to this radio station. and suddenly i had this crazy idea of being tied down by someone by a ring. hahaha. ridiculous i know. but i said it was crazy...

life is beautiful with you;
11:40 PM