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now playing you're gone
artist something corporate
mood euphoria
"if you don't like to be hurt, then please don't stay"
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[edit]i don't like losing friends, especially those you hold in high places. i've lost enough and i just can't afford anymore losses. i know it's been a long time since any of us met, and it's an obvious route for us to trail away from each other. i'm just hoping that this route doesn't take anyone of us completely off track.
& loving someone is hardly wrong; is it? i'm not confused, i'm just a little jumpy now. issues are falling on me like piles of work, much more than my academic shit. it's weighing me down. no more, please. no more. =\[/edit]
the previous post was penned plainly out of boredom, well parts of it anyway. =] so nothing much's been going on these few days, 'cept maybe for school and stuffs. i'm tired, and my legs feels almost sore enough for me to pass off as a wheel-chair bound disabled, no offence, but yeah i do. my arms ache, and my shirt's all dirty from the track. oh boy, but the satisfaction of training is unbelievable, plus i'm motivated. we're motivated, who we? well, go figure. i'm seriously gonna die for my In Course Assesment (ICA), something like a commen test but worse, because i'm quite actually very clueless about what's going on academically. i need to study, i'll probably go somewhere overnight and study soon, before my test commences. ECP's macdonald's the perfect choice.
my hunger has gone increasingly insatiable, even worse than before. and it seems like nothing i eat or drink can satisfy me, i need food, need food to get high. i eat to live i live to eat.
i haven't seen shypal for a really long time and it's not at all good because she just told me she misses me. AHAHAHA nah, i miss her too. school's been good to me, i'm blessed with friends that're not at all what i originally percieved what my classmates would be. they're funny and random, some much more random than i am - and we love yohgurts. i'm tired, really tired and i haven't gots the slightest sanity to blog about anything serious, so i'm just letting my fingers do the thinking, and it's obviously not doing a very good job because i've re-read the entire post and i realised it's rubbish. but i'm going to publish it anyway because i'm not gonna let the past few minutes of random typing go to waste, this is art - appreciate it or fuck off. ahaha.
my idea of heaven is my own place, with a brocolli garden, pool and pool table, and a green mazda 3. without a care in the world. why am i telling you this? because you can donate now to the save-derek-give-money funds, and God will surely bless you.
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