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Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Drenched in memories from the past


I miss Darylyn):

Yet another lonesome night at home. Eyes closed, brain far from here, the drums the bass the music. It's a wonder how things can change, just like that, with the snap of your fingers. Rushed through my LMS homework only today during break and it resulted to not handing up because shawn's laptop couldnt print. I am only praying now I dont flunk any modules this sem. It's a tiring sem we all know. If life could be this easy, if life could be as what I wish to type them out, I would I could. Then the judge frowned. He made the decision, not me. It was never up to me. Those insensitivities were never felt, as he stared really hard, seeing through the lie in my eye. As he caught the flicker, he gave judgement. Bam. Intensive trainings Ive skipped and no more skipping as this would mean no medal. Working has never been so, weird. It seemed as though I worked for nothing, as the hardworking man of labour would surrender his money to items that were never meant to be there. It was a matter of buying. What's the whole point in loving.

It's 2.29am now. Thus my meaningless gibberish this instance.


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