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Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Sunday, March 16, 2008. To be or not to be. Its a phase which we heard quite often from plays and shows. I've been asking myself that nowadays. But not to be is always the decision. But then the question is did I made the right choice? If I didn't let go of my past romance, would I be happier? If I've taken my studies seriously, would I be happier? If its in...
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Warning: This Is No Junk Land.
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Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Monday, June 30, 2008. Can I ever go back to the past? To when I was carefree and wouldn't even notice the world is ending if it is. Walking around the obstacles in my life instead of overcoming it. That was me. In the past. Anyway I don't feel any link for the two things I've wrote above. And can somebody please write in the freaking tagboard?
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Warning: This Is No Junk Land.
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Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Saturday, January 19, 2008. I'm sitting here with an empty stomach, a can of beer and a heavy heart. Trap in camp for two weeks and just when I got to book out, thinking that I could enjoy the weekend with all my friends, things just took an unexpected twist. I'm seriously pissed. I never thought I would met "Masked" people. Credits will be token.
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Warning: This Is No Junk Land.
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Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Saturday, May 31, 2008. Sunday, May 25, 2008. I've actually wanted to write tonnes of things here but the bloody god damn rain has got to come. Now I can't see a damn thing through my window. Not a damn thing. Here's to a friend. Hope you learn something. I used to feel what you feel right now. The sky darkens to a grey, the peace turns up to a deafening...
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Warning: This Is No Junk Land.
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Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Sunday, December 30, 2007. I just can't get enough of been the biggest S.O.B in the area. The slightest stuff triggers me and off I go into a mindless rampage. I won't stop until I've killed your pride. I've got swollen fingers, bad knees, aching butt and a night without sleep. Yes. The whole night. An aching butt from stings provided by countless flies.
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Warning: This Is No Junk Land.
http://dexca.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html
Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Saturday, April 26, 2008. The previous post was nothing but a fake. One day's event can change a whole concept. The feeling of comfort and ease can only be imagine. I have no more to say. It will all go away when I leave this house. And for people who always tells me to stand in their shoe, you all can only imagine the situation I was put upon. I've never re...
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Warning: This Is No Junk Land.
http://dexca.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html
Money Power. Respect. Hello This is my story. Comme des Garçons not dead! My name is Dexter. I love my friends. I bear no grudges. At least not now. Sunday, February 17, 2008. Can anyone just tell me what is this that I'm feeling? Just anyone. Please. We all knew that is not gonna happen. I'm addicted to laughter, smiles and silly movements. What is to become of me? So many questions. So much time. So little energy. Just a sign. Just a clue. All my friends is a drug. And I'm addicted. PS I love you.