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Wednesday, February 28, 2007


during this crunch period, all i wish is:
MORE TIME.
to slack, to enjoy, and of course, watch youtube!
i've been exercising self-discipline these few days, havent touched episode 14 when it's on youtube for soooo long! hurhur, i dont even get the chance to catch it on teevee either.

if you have the chance, visit arts bazaar ok! there's sakae sushi and it's really worth it for that price! and you can play with fake sushis on conveyor belt. also, the arts canteen fruits juice auntie is back! i miss arts canteeeeeen, even if it's dirty to the max. and not forgetting, band performance, super big amplifiers that i've never seen before in my life, healthy unsweetened green tea giveaways and loads of cool stalls. wahahaa.

i hate those silent nights and i start to drift off to some weird world. i think of stupid questions, i start to wallow in self pity. last night, i thought of all those secondary school days, and as usual, compare it with the present. i never understood why life then always seem so perfect when you look back, when you felt like shit back then. somehow, life now seems so complicated. is it because more people have entered your life, more lessons were learnt and too many things to look out for? who was the one who made life more complex? and does complexity grow with age? has the world been so complex all these while?

and the most disappointing thing i've realized that the passion died. there's nth behind to motivate me anymore. and not forgetting, i've became more materialistic, which is terrible, horrible, incorrigible.

i dislike being stubborn.