and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.

zishing
04-12-1992
no preferences
nothing particular.
the place people come to for help.
and that's about it.

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Andy
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Caroline
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even more abrupt
argh.
obviously you'll never read this.
but i hope you are alright.
okay? =/
/end

home
screw up.

choices.
decisions.
consequences.
what will these all mean in the end?

i live, therefore i am.

when i see your smile...

parting words
yesterday. rather, at midnight.
i was watching this french movie.
well the storyline.
a little random.

but the reasoning's there.
if you love what you do, then do it.
and somehow it always takes two people,
brought together by a miracle.

to realise this.

today well.
last day in class.
we managed to get the board kevin gave us out of...the whiteboard.
ironic. but they tore it apart anyway.

card games.
i basically lost and lost.
something told me this wasn't a very nice day.
but it didn't seem very bad either so far. ._. oh well.

now go.

hai
nothing to post.
class got scolded for being rich.
man, i'd love to be brought up blue collar also.
but life's unfair.

well what's left?
hmm...perhaps.
when i learn more i'll get back to this.

but i signed the petition anyway.
maybe once i'm a psy. d
(=

(maybe)well
here we go again.

it's pretty hard to guess song names.
especially if they're classical ones. =.= sigh.

tmr is the day of truth.
most probably i'll fail something.
but kicking yourself is always lighter than other people kicking you.

and it still fufils its purpose.
and then one day.
hmm, maybe.

look left
mm so.

what a sian day.
i didn't know handling just two people can be quite tough.
oh well.

i chanced upon my old artbook. i didn't know i wrote other stuff in there.
but i think i posted it last year.
so never mind.

please caro.
it's your birthday, so there you go.
happy birthday.
now DON'T send back a hand.

who else do i have to talk about?
sigh, life is a parody to short to live.

remains
it really was a nice time at your house kee.
like you're gonna read this anyway. ._.

doesn't matter,
tomorrow is school. so.

there's no need to hope and pray for good results.
because you don't need to pray to get things you deserve.


now where was i? 

nah
sigh.

i'm such a busy person.
i really hope i can finish the drawing.

but it's quite joybringing to see that
i'm at least being useful
i think

well hopefully
we'll all get over this one day.


When skies are cloudy and grey,
They're only grey for a day.
So wrap your troubles in dreams
And dream your troubles away.

Until that sunshine beams through,
There's only one thing to do.
Wrap your troubles in dreams,
And dream your troubles away.

well
just two things i guess.

amaths is the paper in which the cover page hole doesn't align with the writing paper.

gosh i need more ram for bioshock.


and that was it for our random tale.
do come again. ^^