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Saturday, March 13, 2004. Disappointment resides no where else but on stage. but many a times human being seeks to go back into age. with our heart seemed to be locked in the cage. flipping thru each and every heavily sublimed page. Never have i feel disowned before. not like this very moment. where all my familiars went unfamiliar. when all my hopes seemed hopeless. Yestadae i was kinda dissappionted so i neva update mi blog. since theres nothin special 2 comment abt 2dae, i shall recall wad happene...
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005. I've seen cases whereby my friends mugged really hard and still end up nowhere. Don't you feel tethered? Can't you awake into realisation of the social jiggery-pokery beneath that fucking superficiality? Do our society still not depend on qualifications and grades as their inaccurate judgement of one's capabilities? Its not that i hate the government or whatsoever, but its just that to me, studying here is the very rendezvous with fate and perhaps, fatality. Monday, March 28, 2005.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004. This may very well be my last entry. Hope it heals in time for the inter house games. I find myself greatly pertubed? My loopholes of the human mind. I cant relate . i cant think properly. Can my selective intellect save my hide? Will i be able. Such questions greatly disturbs me. I pass through times of great pandemonium,. The quest for advancement. I stand alone, not matter how the past hearkens. I feel stripped of emotional glory. Yet, that same negatives. Staind , For You-.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005. I need to improve! Monday, August 22, 2005. I've given all I can. I've given all I can. But we're still on the payroll. Sunday, August 21, 2005. Finally entering an entry after a long time, just felt like it. Of leeway ) to almost get a shot on goal and missed the goal from a rightwing snap shot. i can do stepovers and a bit of bodyfakes. but i still have alot alot to learn, shall work on that everyday if possible, physically or mentally. Anyway, life has indeed been quite ok...
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Tuesday, February 28, 2006. Thursday, February 09, 2006. I like these lyrics alot. taken off jewels - hands. If I could tell the world just one thing. It would be that we're all okay. And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful. And useless in times like these. I won't be made useless. I won't be idle with despair. I will gather myself around my faith. For light does the darkness most fear. My hands are small, I know. But they're not yours, they are my own. And I am never broken. There ours shall go singing.
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Saturday, July 30, 2005. Your Birthdate: August 3. Being born on the 3rd day of the month is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. Till t...
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Sunday, October 31, 2004. The clock of death ticks constantly. Thrusting my serenity into sheer frantic madness. My emotional scape becomes barren, nothing that i once had known. I hardly remember the days of success. Yet contradictory moments of nostalgic thoughts emerge. Making me smile at myself. Laugh at those stupid times. Stupid simple pure untainted goodness. Dawn breaks as i approach the cessation. I knew this was inevitable. life must go on. However foreboding, however dreadful it may be. I knew...
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Friday, July 30, 2004. Tiring though. soccer mania fever today. from 1030 to 130. Fun fun. with no stupid other ppl joining us. Played like shit today though. haha. must improve! Now im a red lobster. really red. cos my skin didnt greet the after noon sun for quite some time. yup. who cares anyway. xD. Lessons really slack. but im tired. Sorry guys. short entry today.but theres going to be a highlight event coming up tmr! No its not the stupid plain english ushering thing. Thursday, July 29, 2004. Its cl...
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Thursday, January 26, 2006. Here i am bloggin at an unearthly time. hurhurhru. got up suddenly feeling extremely hungry. so decided to cook noodles! Instant mee at unearthly hours with cold nite and sentimental music - solid meal. haha, i wonder maybe i shld open a new restaurant for unearthly hours, like 2-5. =). Monday, January 23, 2006. Chuckles in delight) " which principal man, does that. true class. i like alot leh. speaking of PJ days are just as nostalgic too. soccer 24/7, mass PE! Serving NS in ...
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Sunday, February 27, 2005. She walked out from a cold fog. Charmed by powers of ambidexterity. Ignorant, yet cunningly aware. He stood there in the rain. Drenched in his own sorrow. Saddened, yet blindly ignorant. I had wanted to tell him. She'd have walked by. Just like anyone along this street. I had wanted to tell him. But my words seemed to grey before me. The man in the corner looked into the mirror. Gazed deep and hard, trying to recollect. What had happened during those drunken bouts. That cries o...
