Saturday, May 24, 2008
I'm beat.
I'm always so tired after I return on saturdays.
Mugging dulls the brain.
HAHAHAHAHAHAAH.
Gosh. I think I'll die when I start serious work.
Zzzzz.
Dr: The Z monster's here again. [sth like that]
Ahhh. I miss Dr.
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And I don't know how long it'll take.
1 year. 3 years.
Or maybe forever.
All I know is I don't want any tinge of this anymore.
I was thinking.
How nice it'd be if nothing like this happened before.
But I can't pretend. And I hate pretences. Like everything's fine. Like nothing happened. Makes me pissed to the core.
But then it's because of things like these that makes you appreciate others more.
Some people learn from mistakes, some people don't. They just merely inflict the same thing which they once experienced to others.
And I pity those who don't.One day.
I'm going to smile at you and say these 9 words:
______ ___ _______ ___ __ __ ____ ___ _____.
Till that day,
I'm going to make sense out of this whole crap.
My mind's unweaving/ 9:57 PM