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Thursday, May 20, 2004

Eternal slumber..
Yawn.. someone, anyone.. wake me up from this seemingly endless sleep.. ponning school, skipping class, avoiding pe, neglecting homework and detesting revision ain't exactly cool yah?

did not attend lessons today (not surprisingly).. but i still went out with jaric,nik,yg to have lunch in town during midday, and later in the afternoon, jaricson followed me to funan the IT mall to walk ard, followed by a chill-out session at Mac's.. it's really therapeutic i'd admit.. it's like catharsis we experience at the end of a drama work--a release of emotions, a cleansing, purification of the soul.. a truely soulful experience, facilitating relaxation.. ahh i can still feel its effects..

later, we took a leisurely stroll to the adjacent excelsior shopping center, up the escalator to Weston corporation.. there we saw our jerseys being prepared.. i saw the labels of the number "13" print being cut, and i quickly alerted jaric.. why? cuz it was simply not suitable for our jersey.. the jersey we got was the predator pulse training top, which looks rather serious and stern, and the font of the print was so --- comical! haha so we decided, much to the displeasure of niven, not to have 13 printed on the back of our jerseys..

arghhh i'm always lying to myself.. i've lost count of the number of empty promises i've made to myself.. like i said, wake me up from my eternal slumber, and i'll be so very grateful..

and oh yes! i saw her in town today, looking as usual, ravishing..

i long for company, attention and warmth.. lift my empty, weary disillusioned soul..

she is it.
the quintessence of beauty

"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."
John Burroughs

-another proof of language as an encapsulation of our lives

au revoir.


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