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| you turn off the light, im gonna be allright. |
| 04.24.04 (8:25 pm) [edit] |
my 8250 died on me, finally.
ahh well.
i should've seen it coming.
theres a limit to hardiness, i guess.
sat's training was not so fine.
girlfriend glen had her fair share of unhappy water experience.
tammy was just seething throught the whole 400 strokes and 6k. exasperation and agitation held the air, pregnant with tension. everyone's a bitch as soon as they're on water. aggressive.
on a totally different note,
ah wee and ah glee ! next sat's our trio's outing !
ah wee you're gonna be treating the infamously procrastinated for a thousand years treat.
cant hardly wait !
then we can swing swing while ah glee rocks on. (:
x everything you are everywhere uve been
sinner and the saint that fight the battle within
every place you go everybody knows
shadows fall across the sun sometimes
shine, youre gonna shine. x
lets start jammin !
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| love me for a little while |
| 04.16.04 (4:25 am) [edit] |
as all fridays are, today's was dreary. the peak of stone age was when the terminator commenced her double PW slot. i couldnt take it anymore and simply conked out on the desk. i only realise the beauty of desks today. this year. previously when they were the common furniture around in sn i took desks for granted, vandalising the grey surfaces and complaining about their utilitarian look. now i find desks totally lovely especially when faced daily with deceptively stable black shiny shiftables in the lts. ah well.
i cant remember much academics absorbed today. still feel oh so strongly that fridays arent for education purposes. theres a reason why they're called fridays. (free-days.) anyhow i only remember the breaks that punctuated the day, how ridiculously interspersed and interrupted the tutorials and lectures were.
pe was fun, as always. we played touch ! not before running round the synthetictrack for a good twenty minutes. slacked and covered ten rounds.
i want a gilbert ! the olive shaped ball is so shapely and nice to throw. beautiful passes are a delight to watch. (:
so as one would already theorise. today was monotonous.
except for the fact that my [b]beztar[/b] got through her interviews ! i was so happy and ecstatic i flew out of the ts and rang her up. she made it ! rock on, we're gonna get your campaign started well and strong.
[b][u]di di must try. [/u][/b]
cant wait to see ya on sunday !
eeks. that girl is at camp noww. bleah. imissmybestfriend.
and i miss. [i]you.[/i]
really do, dear. seeyasoon. (:
phrase i shall attempt to oblique from my already lacking lingovocab: [i]as in.[/i]
think it killed me in the interviews.
haha oh well.
ciao humans.
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| i think ive fallen in love with the eighth world wonder |
| 04.13.04 (6:41 am) [edit] |
being estranged from support by parents isnt exactly an experience one would like. its affecting me, in whatever ways there are. the feeling is kinda discomfiting. and its pricking me oh-so-infuriatingly, like i were some nkotb seated on a black kid's jewel chain. wth.
its nice to know that i have +you.
yeah you know who you are yeah.
[i]youre my seventyfour slim shady[/i]. (:
my econs is [i]stifling[/i].
speaking of which, something caught my eye this morning. theres this pore-unclogger gel in my loo, branded steifel. (sti-fle) im easily amused when things arent going too smoothly i guess. i have less to study for since keith happily lugged home my notes. that retarded mr lim.
im feeling distracted. i guess its just the numb feel, the air one adopts when left too alone, or talked to for far too long. the letter didnt help, huh. i have no more words for you madam. whatever you may deem fit for me, i reckon unapt, my apologies. i know my capabilities and i follow my passion. for whichever level of seniority may chide me for being rebellious and insubordinate, i cant care less, or more. im tired of proving myself able, tired of proving myself trustworthy. and im tired of being so engaged and yet dislodged concurrently. i love the damned sport, so [u]give me the damned green light[/u].
let me, just [i]let me[/i]. ok.
aaron said to go ahead, amid the frowns and disapproving glares. how. how. well he's done it hasnt he, for two years? almost. oh yeah i think he [i]will[/i] get the dist fer his spapers. dont worry lahh. (:
radio's blaring into my ears.
for once, i wish
volume
was
commensurate
with
the
extent
of
absorbance
of
content.
then i wouldnt haveta endure this low and endless background droning.
how can I sing when my words have run dry
how can I smile with a tear in my eye
summer's so lost when it's raining in june
that's how it feels, when I'm missing +you.
too serious, too soon. funny how gates sounds like
mum, no, seriously. peaceout gangies.
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| all i can do is try. |
| 04.07.04 (8:45 am) [edit] |
went out with hadri after training.
what can i say.
i love that sweet thing. (:
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