and i don’t really know what to say, but good luck anyway.

twelve thirty six and the reddish half moon hangs across my window silently, sombrely as damien rice hums from my speakers. i do not feel a sense of elation these days as i ponder my probable and abject failure of my A levels, and the next few sets of 24 hours will be of silence and impeding doom. i have not been writing fluently, objectively, nor prettily and there is nothing to be happy about the past free week.

omg is it just me or is toxic and me against the music BLOODY CATCHY.

omg i can’t believe i said that. >.<

(but she is damn hot.)

my first full court in 123124123 months and i am satisfied. i can still run as fast as ever, and i have become a shot blocker (5 blocks and a few rejections) of late, all 169cm of me. i sporadically score, i commit fouls often, and i am too physical. but i am contented.

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these days, why why why. questions whose answers are denied from me seek a life of their own.

You’re Ulysses!

by James Joyce

Most people are convinced that you don’t make any sense, but compared

to what else you could say, what you’re saying now makes tons of sense. What people do

understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once

brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in

the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you

additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.

Take the Book Quiz

at the Blue Pyramid.

go bmtc school 2 company “U”! god what karma.

1 a.m in the morning and i am having my dinner and taking my bath. (not concurrently; just belatedly.)

and today i told someone about the theory i first developed while talking to ms chua yesterday, of pak’s theory of three meals which can be simply condensed into a line: the total amount of food consumed a day must be equal to x, where x is the amount desired, and not required.

banal truisms.

to the incandescent lady (as in my bookmarks) congratulations for getting into yale and saving me from a probable 150++ bill from les amis! : )

hahahaha congrats!

home from training (which was fun but for achilles tendinitis, but pain is temporary and passion is forever) and i saw the crescent moon facing a luminous star, almost as if the star was the base and the moon the blade, both of equal luminousence, a brilliant pair in the night sky.

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why that look of disdain, that look you fired when i stepped into class. shrugs.

questions and answers: whywhywhywhywhy.

but i don’t really know you and i never did, and i shall not bother about affairs that are not of my own.

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Dramafeste 2004. (how different the last digit looks) you probably would not read this but lol, bernard is the Diva. sorry jesley, but he truly is a Diva.

groovy.

ghosts from the past and present continue to haunt me, plague me.

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litost. the state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery. temporal, transient omniscience is more of a curse than a gift.

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they say laughter is a moat to one’s own emotions, a sense of pretension bridged to one’s soul by racuous, loud sputtering sounds and i cannot disagree less.