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Battery assiz!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Last night was a bit weird. And unexpected.

I was chatting with Kreth. And Daisy.

Kreth was good. The last time we were in contact was when he left me that Friendster message when Hoen and I were in the Korean airport on our way to the US. After that, nada. Zeewo. Nu'un. After a failed suicide attempt, I guess he realized... LIFE. Hoh well. I'm just glad he has moved on to better things.

Daisy was another thing. As a woman, I can smell defensiveness from a mile away and I was a'sniffing last night. When you are guilty, you want to gather as many people as you possibly can on your side. But not me. I happen to be on Kamsky's side on this 100%. So after realizing that she wasn't going to get any butter from me, she left. Serves her right. No politiko speech-o, freak-o.

I was chatting with two lying exes. Too bad I was only able to tell Kamsky about it this morning. Haha.