| Tuesday, October 16, 2007 |
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my.. bro.. failed.. his.. compo.. and.. letter.. writing.. *bangs wall* how the fuck does anyone fail their secondary one compo and letter writing?!!! gee.. i was kinda mean.. overreacted; told my mum that he's not my bro. he's not related to me. no bro of mine fails COMPO!! (of all things, why compo!! gee..) told my bro that it's such an insult to me. to me. why? cos i've never gotten less than an A for compo. cos i'm always the top few in class for compo. cos my highest highest compo grade was 27/3o. conceited, yes. proud, yes. arrogant? maybe a little.. sighs. i open my eyes; i look, but i don't see. the world; everything.. it's blurry; unfocused. |
| 'please don't stop the music 11:19 pm |
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| song of my life. |
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Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old student currently attending Republic Polytechnic. I enjoy reading, writing, chilling, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a professional slacker, wasting as much of my time, life and intelligence away, sleeping a minimum of 12 hours everyday, being a successful bum, and maybe, possibly, someone you could bring home to meet mom with. |
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