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Tuesday, March 28, 2006. I realised life is much more complicated than it seems. The workload piles up all of a sudden, the bosses turn crazy in a blink of an eye and start to attempt to kill one another under the same roof. Is this harmony? Is this working together as a "family"? Is this the way, where each and everyone of us is achieving the same purpose, doing? I couldn't be the one who let out my feelings towards anyone. I couldn't be the compassionate person I used to be. I don't see myself as a liv...
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Friday, December 31, 2004. Every night you would do the same thing; the SMSes, different SMSes personally written by you, and all coveyed the same message. to tell me that you were going to bed. to say "Goodnight Dear" every night, without fail. "I will go to bed first."every, single night of my life. 14th Sept was the beginning. I still remembered the day we started of. really well. I still have you in my heart. As always. Nothing's changed. No less. Why? Simply because you are still the one. Giving up ...
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Monday, June 27, 2005. It's a Monday night. Yeah. School reopens and once again the traffic will be full of cars with parents fetching their students jamming the roads and cause workers like us to be late, then sign extra. Sad. Ok I have to stop my insatiable habit of spouting vulgarities like punctuation marks of a sentence. Yeah it's true! I am gonna stop that! Please bear with me. If not my mouth will get sewed by our beloved fairy. oh ya. WHERE ARE YOU? Rambled by kaSh at. Sunday, June 26, 2005.
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Sunday, May 29, 2005. When the second just passed, you asked yourself what had you done rightfully, cracking your head and bear the consequences or the fruits of labour of what you have completed. When the minute just passed, you questioned yourself why the rush and why the countless things to be done within such a short period of time, or rather why that minute had just passed slowly and steadily, why your time was wasted on things which are not worth doing for. I don't really miss the past few weeks du...
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Saturday, November 26, 2005. I guess sometimes things which are not supposed to be done cannot be done. Doing things your way will not help in the long run. Forcing things to turn for you will not do good either. That was what I'd learnt a few months back. Ask yourself, how many times do we really wait for the golden chance to come, and then when we think thoroughly it is indeed one, and then realise it was already gone forever? Forgive me, I am traumatized by the shiet around me. Rambled by kaSh at.
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Sunday, December 25, 2005. Sometimes last minute decisions rocked too. Apparently the day before Rachel called and told me she was organising this mini gathering at her place asking me to gather some of my dudes out there. All of us happened to be free and yeah we got down to her house for a sumptuous meal of pasta, hash brown and well, nuggets. I met Felicia on her way back. Well you cut your hair again, and you look alot more mature, ladylike. Keep on going girl! Rambled by kaSh at. It sounded against ...
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Monday, January 30, 2006. I miss the times where I could walk through the park and under the apartment blocks, taking a 20min walk where normal lifeforms would take 10, heading towards school, entering it with a lethargic sensation, thinking that it would be a really really bad day ahead. I miss the times where I could play the whole afternoon after school, for every activity group it would be, it would be badminton. Ironically I played other sports during training. Then we were called back and g...If th...
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Wednesday, October 26, 2005. This world is polluted. Poisonous dust are everywhere. The Earth is getting warmer. The streets are getting dirties. The air is stained with by products of wasted materials. Deep down everyone's heart, they are backstabbing one another. Everything gets worse. In order to restore peace, violence must be used. What the heck? And everyone says "look at the better side of life" or "the grass is greener on the other side" and all that. Problems arise are only due to a few fact...
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Friday, April 22, 2005. Warning: 2,055 words. Longest entry ever.* *. Dear Mum and Dad. I will not be able to sleep comfortably on my bed, play computer games late in the night, talking on the phone and sometimes waking you all up and get scolded and feeding the dog with sumptuous food. This will be a new chapter of my life, changing from a boy to a real man. To the badminton ladies and gentlemen. To the girl who has her place in my heart. But then again I suffered setbacks from my previous relationship&...
