full
empty

and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.


introduction
confession

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
Baka-Tsuki
Caroline
ChinHian
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LeeYang
Kee
Leonard
LiJie
MarcusChan
Matilda
Max
MelWeh
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(Thursday, August 07, 2008/8:51 PM)

imaginable
i realise that i'm using pictures to describe whatever nonsense i'm going to write about for the day.






and there we go again.
what a flirt.


i realise i haven't been studying today.
better start now.
which is a good thing because.
once you resolve to start you will eventually.

i think.

and i'm writing in my lines again.
oh no.

well anyway, stuff is coming to an end. i'm pretty glad last season kind of overflowed into now. otherwise there wouldn't be anything to watch except whatever is up there (which isn't bad either way).

not to mention translation. well tomorrow is a half day anyway and we're all just going to sit there and do nothing until its all over. people make mistakes sometimes. it's true.

oh yes. olympics. well either way maybe i will watch maybe i won't watch. we'll just leave it to fate to decide. or. well. i can't really say much else. sports are sports. and sports aren't my thing. although i'm still a fit and active person. which is good.

oh and kaiba.



sometimes it kind of makes me wonder why this world is so full of deceit.
conflicting ambitions end up with everyone killing each other on the throne.
is it so hard to live without this power?

but we soon know what's to come.
and in the end, the hero, with no shining armor.
just a single gun clutched in his battered hand.

and everything.
everything.


will be alright.