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○Nightmare turned real○
Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I didn't sleep well last night after hanging the phone with K at about 1am.

It felt surreal this morning, but what happened last night was very much, real.

I had to blog about this. For it sends chill down my spine. And Kym's too. That voice, that sinister voice was too much for her to take I could understand her fears when she called and illustrate things to me.

K was at her wits end. She already sounded beserk in msn. Worst when she call.

I have no idea why would things turn out so nightmar-ish and let alone, the behaviour of that person.

Poor K, she acted on my behalf and gotten herself involved into this sudden uproar that shouldn't have involve her in the first place.

Anyways, thanks and my apologies for the damage you shielded. WAHAHAHAHAHA.
|Lady| 2:45 PM