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Saturday, March 10, 2007
AND I'M BACK. The past few days, i've been trying to figure out this damn blog of mine, trying to somehow get it to "moult", to start anew. Sometimes i think i expect too much. Blogger screwed up for me, but thanks to brendon, everything seems fine again. Although it's just a template, i somehow got into such deep shit that at one point it seemed irreversible. But thank god i managed to get out of it all. The past few weeks and days have been okay, and now i await to see what the holiday brings. I know it won't bring much as i have to study, but i'm sure there has to be some kick in it. Hopefully it's not a nasty kick. I really have nothing much to say today, after all the changes i've made to this blog, so here's an exerpt form a book i'm currently reading, velocity by dean koontz.

'...the freak had constructed the message by sampling different existing audio, perhaps books on tape by different readers.'
'I will...kill a...pretty redhead. If you...say...waste the bitch...i will...kill...her...quickly. Otherwise...she will...suffer...much...torture. You...have...one minute...to...say...waste the bitch. The choice...is...yours.'
'The running audio tape produced two more words: "...thirty seconds..."
"...fifteen seconds..."
'His mouth was dry. His tongue grew thick. He didn't believe that he could speak, but he did: "waste the bitch."
'The freak hung up. So did Billy."

Peace.

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