(Monday, June 09, 2008/11:54 AM)
degenerate
need i say more?
the past few days have been somewhat.
i don't know how to put it.
as long as i'm too lazy to write.
i'll just fill in this sentence with a filler.
of coloured displays and bottled produce.
at least now i've sorted out mahoraba such that it goes by chapter.
who knows how many times i read it the wrong way already.
i still got the story though.
doesn't really matter.
well.
2 weeks have more or less gone by just like that.
or rather.
16 weeks of mad work is about to follow.
there is no secret ingredient.
there is no cake.
the cake is a lie.
but yes.
mahoraba is a touching story.
stuff like this is rare.
i have yet to find one like it.
and now since i have nothing to say here.
let me present two filler sentences.
and of course, a third.
oh did i mention a fourth?
but yes, it shall be those lines i typed sometime back.
maybe because i had nothing else to write then.
i always have no ideas.
or maybe i'm just too lazy to think up of something.
after all, this is a place for random musings and casual talk.
hopefully the next few things will fill up the page and make this post look big.
One has distress.
Another has hopeless longing.
There, accept such sorrow.
Our precious, treasured place.
Heartful days.
need i say more?
the past few days have been somewhat.
i don't know how to put it.
as long as i'm too lazy to write.
i'll just fill in this sentence with a filler.
of coloured displays and bottled produce.
at least now i've sorted out mahoraba such that it goes by chapter.
who knows how many times i read it the wrong way already.
i still got the story though.
doesn't really matter.
well.
2 weeks have more or less gone by just like that.
or rather.
16 weeks of mad work is about to follow.
there is no secret ingredient.
there is no cake.
the cake is a lie.
but yes.
mahoraba is a touching story.
stuff like this is rare.
i have yet to find one like it.
and now since i have nothing to say here.
let me present two filler sentences.
and of course, a third.
oh did i mention a fourth?
but yes, it shall be those lines i typed sometime back.
maybe because i had nothing else to write then.
i always have no ideas.
or maybe i'm just too lazy to think up of something.
after all, this is a place for random musings and casual talk.
hopefully the next few things will fill up the page and make this post look big.
One has distress.
Another has hopeless longing.
There, accept such sorrow.
Our precious, treasured place.
Heartful days.