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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

I vomited during training. It was very watery. It was yellow. It was as yellow as a pervert's 脑海。It was sour-tasting. It was a large amount. It was sick. It was disgusting. It was not very tasty. But it made me feel better. It felt like all my accumalated crap was being thrown out of me. It felt like lot of bitter, sour and disgusting memories were coming right out of me. At the same time, it felt like something shouldn't have left me. It felt like I might have accidentally threw up my heart together with it all. It's like standing in the rain. If you're already wet, you wouldn't care about anything. But if you're all dry and safe, soaking yourself in there could make you sick, or feel cold. But I guess, once in a while, forgetting how it feels to not be sad all the time is okay.

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Jonathan Ng
Hwa Chong Instituition :((
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