7-8-2009

It's another day's really early morning, today is 7-8-2009. Date reminds people their lifes, their time which no one wants to think about. And now, date reminds me my holiday will soon be over and my work is still unfinished.

You promised Michael Jackson to do the best you can and have the best life, what are you doing now?

Nothing.

Yes, exactly, nothing.

Winnie, you've done nothing!! You are wasting you holiday in a bunch of shit!! You are such a sleazy liar!! What the hell are you doing, huh?! I want to push you onto the ground, then step on your nasty face and stand on your body, take out a mirror so that you can look at yourself clearly and let yourself know what you are doing!!! Don't you think you can get away after you admit you are a loser, because I'll kick you right into your fat ass and let your mind stays awake so that you can do your work properly.

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Yes i am talking to myself, scaring myself and hope I can carry on my meaningless life. Michael is dead, I've been so scared to face the fact that he will never come back. I stay out from any information about him because my heart doesn't believe it's true no matter how many times my brain gives it the message. My life has became inanimate, deathful, lifeless as the death of his.

Who are you lying to? You can never accept his death and make your promises.