“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Amnesia
Had a bizarre dream of waking up to find myself father to a 4 year old daughter, the mom an old former schoolmate who somehow managed to stand by me although I had completely no memory of the years we supposedly had together.
I'm a man of few words, a rebellious, egoistic and eccentric maverick armed with a ridiculously crude sense of humour and an acid tongue. I'm an individual who possesses split personalities, follows strict principles and lives by his own moral compass.
I'm her black Japanese guy.
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